On The Cape, In Wellfleet

The beach is where I go first. It holds all my memories. The temperature of stones, grind of the sand, salt on my skin, the taste of my lips, my hair in the wind.

Monochrome but for light struggling through thick moist clouds, fog, mist,  grey on grey on blue green grey.

Clam shells scattered, plump seaweed-slick with summer sea.

The light is here, it's everywhere, like fish scales:  irridescent and quick or like glitter on naked skin: evocative and mouth watering. Sensual. I want to catch it like fireflies, make love to dusk, lay down in the cool sand. We walk, we flirt, I photograph, it hides and illuminates wood shingles and melting dunes.

The dogs are wet and tired, we are hungry. After the sea has her way with you, everything is exquisite, delicious made more so, perhaps, from being pre-salted!

Comments

[beastmomma]

I never thought of the pre-salted concept. Certainly seems true-- you add your own seasoning to the foods you eat.

[Ruby]

Oh, it's so sweet to take a mind journey into the "thick moist clouds, fog, mist, grey on grey on blue green grey". A brief escape from this day's reality of the world busting at the seams. Rockets crashing, devastating destruction, people in bomb shelters.....I'll just sit here and wiggle my toes in the salted sea and be grateful for any reflection of light.

Thank you Shuna for taking me" through the smoke
rings of your mind - through the foggy ruins of time"

[Kim]

Ah, Wellfleet. Phil and I stayed there last year. My grandfather built his house on 6A in Eastham. Wave to the cemetary for me. And oh, the fresh seafood!

[Loretta]

I just put the last bag in the car tonight for our stay on Lieutenant's Island starting tomorrow. Thanks for a preview of summer.

[Tea]

Good lord, now I need to get myself to a beach!

Heading north next week, to a small island off the coast of Canada--a week's worth of beach walking and salt air. I am looking forward to it, now even more.