A perfect fall day, that makes me think of distant autumn beaches, patches of momentarily warm sand under defiantly bare feet, layered striped sweaters, a lobster roll—well wrapped—and paperback mystery in my cloth bag, bitter espresso in a paper cup at the deserted ferry dock, the feeling of endings, loss, a wistful lessening of chances, imperceptible diminishment of light and time.
I am reminded too of Graham Greene's poignant short story Cheap in August, and reminded that there is much of Greene I should reread.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Cape Cod Canoe
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