Waves

[North Beach, Hampton NH; 8/11/12]

The oppressive city air was far behind us, replaced by the cool briny breath of the ocean. The tide slipped forward wave by wave, greeting advancing layers of blue-gray clouds until finally they met and crossed, leaving for a long while a bright band at the horizon. Later, light rain washed the port of excess tourists, leaving locals to slide into worn grooves, cozying into familiar chairs and menus. I let it all spill over me, softening edges honed by the work week.

[Towards Boar's Head]

Comments

[Roberta]

I just love this post. So poetic and soothing. I feel like as if I've gone in a teeny tiny macro vacation. Or micro. Not sure which.

[Leslee]

Thanks for commenting, Roberta! Glad you liked it. It was kind of a micro vacation for me, too, although maybe more macro than yours. :-)