As I walked onto the beach, the sand and sea elicited the same feeling in me that it did years ago on a shore many miles away. The calm, the awe, the inspiration. I could dig out the essay I’d written that day, but I dare say it’d be the same today (though hopefully a bit more linguistically advanced!).
Sometimes it’s nice when place and sense take us down a familiar path.
Block Island, full speed ahead.
A ribbon of sea and sand
Rose hips
Tides of rip . . .
