Since it's vacation and the last warm day before winter starts its comeback tour, my mother and I went for a walk along the shore. The sun was bright, the water blue, and if I squinted hard enough to blot out the details, I could imagine that the bank of snow was fine white sand, and there was just enough time for a quick swim before the burgers were done cooking on the grill.
The distant land beckoned to me, and I started dreaming of kayak trips, and waking up in the clear morning light of the islands. A few more months and I'll be able to dip paddle into surf, and push off into blue water. I do some of my best thinking both on and about the islands...this year I'm hoping to make more time for lazy days spent lying on the sand drawing pictures of shells and thinking about the big questions of the universe.