Ocean fronts? They ease life’s angst. For a Pole, that’s huge. (We have a disproportionate hold on angst.)
I wake up and ask my daughter – so, shall we drive out to the Cape? And because we’re in Boston, we can. And we do.
I’d never really been to Cape Cod proper. Martha’s Vineyard ? Yes, I got hooked on that place years back, until it got to be too expensive to take seriously. But now, in the low low season (and as compared to, say, France, with its godawful for the American Euro), the region seems a bargain.
And it is quiet.
We stop in Brewster (just where the Cape bends and flexes its arm up northwards). We hike across the salt marshes toward the sea.
sea hawk
low tide
snails
gulls
It’s just so peaceful! And stunning.
daughter, sea grasses, inlet
sea catch
We get in the car and make our way up one Cape coast than down the other. Villages, not entirely shuttered, but not in full swing either. Without question, it is the best way to see it.
The weather stations say rain, but it’s hardly even gray. And by the end of the day, it is clear and blue, and then dark, and star-filled.
sun goeas down over the salt marsh
Sea or mountains? Where’s your heart?
Love those jagged peaks and alpine meadows. Still, nothing calms the spirit as much as an ocean view.
Oh, Nina! You know where my heart is. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMy mother once said 'I love the ocean! It's always going somewhere....'
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"Ocean fronts? They ease life’s angst."
ReplyDeleteYes yes and yes.
...no such thing as by the sea(from a poem I read)
I know how to read between the lines. The food at Cap't Cass was teeeeeerrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiible.
ReplyDeleteTo be contrarian, I choose neither sea nor mountains, and I have spent time at both. Give me a small meandering river through a forest. Trees and wildflowers at the water's edge, not salt marshes. The music of water rippling, not the drone of waves. You can find this in the mountains, but I like places with deep rich topsoil.
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