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One Year Ago…On The North Fork

August 30, 2015 by Leah Leave a Comment

From the outside looking in, Facebook makes it seem like lots of people I know have the perfect marriages and just love “doing life together.” I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen that phrase thrown about of late. For anyone outside the church world it translates as, “I really like living with you and doing stuff together even though I don’t like you sometimes.” But I know enough to realize that no relationship is perfect, least of all ours, and it’s been a hell of a first year. Everyone says the first year is the hardest and we decided to challenge that notion by taking it to “eleven” and throwing two home remodel projects into the mix. In hindsight, this was idiotic and we should have maybe waited until the second year…put less energy into our house and more energy into each other type of thing. We’re figuring this messy business out as we go along, and hopefully in the process of doing that, will learn each other in different ways and laugh a lot at our mistakes.

One thing that has carried us through this year is the memory of our wedding and the week when friends and family descended on Long Island to be with us as we made this big, scary life decision. Being with my girlfriends, going to the Hamptons, eating Briermere Pies, and soaking up every ounce of summer the North Fork could offer…my heart aches when I think of the happiness it brought to my soul. I get choked up when I look back at the pictures.

More than anything, it was my hope that our friends from out of town would get to see how incredibly beautiful the East End is, so we drove them around the North Fork and then took them down south for a day in the Hamptons. We visited the Montauk Lighthouse and went to Bridgehampton Beach at the end of Ocean Road where the waves were rolling in.

The rehearsal dinner was held at the Soundview Restaurant and the sunset was everything we hoped it would be.

Photo by Solomon Davis

Photo by Ashley Thomas

The morning of, we all drank some coffee, steamed dresses, and put makeup on as I tried not to be sick while brushing my teeth. The house we stayed in was a dream.

All Photos: Kimberly Barnes of Kimberly Barnes Photography

The only time I cried was when Jane brought the flowers. I used to work at a flower shop and have been dreaming of this bouquet for years. Jane is a talented designer who used to own the Greenport florist and is a sweet friend who introduced me to Hugh Prestwood and Nancy Lee Baxter as a teenager when I was really into songwriting. I thought they hung the moon. The bouquets were even more beautiful than I’d hoped and so much love went into making them.

I bought the shells at The Iron Gate in Franklin years ago and had been saving them for my wedding bouquet. The dusty miller came from mom and dad’s yard, the seedum came from Jane’s, and the dahlia’s came from a field down the street…all were lovingly cultivated for the bouquets. A little bit of Tennessee and a little bit of home.

I spent hours putting the place cards together at mom and dad’s dining room table using pieces of sea glass that Rob and I had found on the North Fork, along with shells that came from my great Aunt Jeanne’s collection. It was humbling to say prayers of thankfulness over each name, grateful for these special people in our lives, some of whom were sacrificing a lot to be there with us.

These are some of the most gorgeous women and oldest friends I have on this planet and their beauty took my breath away.

The guys were pretty hot too…

Brecknock Hall was this amazing backdrop, steeped in North Fork history. We could not have found a more perfect place to celebrate. There are so many special moments of magic that I remember, I could go on for days…

Our cute little parents

And when the wedding was over, there was just us, living our lives from day to unglamorous day with this incredible memory to smile back on. I will always think of it as one of the happiest days ever, being home, surrounded by the people we love most in the world.

And so we press on…working on our marriage, loving our pets, fixing our house, savoring every joyful moment, and going back to the North Fork as often as life allows.

The Year Of The Heart: Love, Life, Loss In 2014

December 22, 2014 by Leah Leave a Comment

When I look back on this year and think about everything it contained, I am stunned. My heart is grateful in ways I can never explain. I have done less reading this year, less writing too, but I can tell you that there were countless nights driving home alone in my car where in my mind I crafted blogs that never made it to the screen, penned letters that never materialized on a card. Time was consumed by the planning of a wedding I had nearly given up on in my heart. Rob and I had dated for years, and even though so much healing happened for both of us over that time, I was never sure if it would be enough for us to take the step toward marriage. I hoped against hope, but also held pieces of myself in check just in case it never happened.

The amazing thing about being married is that I feel very much like myself. The world has not shifted and I do not suddenly feel more complete, like I have gained a missing half or am safer from the pain of a broken heart. But I do feel like I have a partner who is in it for the long haul, through thick and thin, someone who has agreed to walk beside me through whatever life chooses to throw at us, and that is a comforting feeling. When someone looks at you with the light of truth and commitment in their eyes and says they will never walk away, it is a most powerful thing.

As I look back on the events of the year, both big and small, I cannot help but be full of gratitude for each moment, yet so eager to see what lies ahead.

January 2014

As we took the Christmas tree down I carefully placed all the ornaments back in their wrinkled tissue paper made soft from years of use and cardboard boxes with frayed edges that hold the memories we place on the tree each year. Mementos from trips we’ve taken, the baby bell from my first Christmas, a glass ball with lighthouses from home painted on it…so much love hangs on those branches every year. Unbeknownst to me, Rob had placed the ring box in the tree along with the rest of the ornaments. It was the last one he removed as he knelt down, shaking, with his heart splayed wide open and asked me to make him the happiest man alive and marry him. It was a simple, vulnerable and beautifully precious fragment of time that I will hold onto for the rest of my life. Now here’s a gross picture for you.

Every year that I go to the GRAMMYs, I never cease to be amazed that I work for such an incredible company. While the show is very much geared toward the average music consumer, the organization is a working machine geared toward the music professional. It’s fascinating. To be at the GRAMMYs surrounded by the artists, the staff, and the many members who make up The Recording Academy is a magical moment. This year I took my cousin Jen and we had a total blast. We went to Disneyland with our other cousin, Karen, and we stayed at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. I mean, how much fun can you possibly squeeze into one weekend?

February 2014

Rob and I hopped on a plane for a whirlwind trip to Long Island to drink lots of wine and find a venue for the wedding. The moment we stepped inside Brecknock Hall we were ruined for every other place we saw. It was “us.”

We visited Rob’s parents in Oklahoma and had such a lovely time with them. I was nervous as heck, but very thankful to be marrying into a kind, loving family. We went to this wonderful art museum called the Philbrook.

March 2014

I was in budget hell at work and most of the month was spent trying to avoid having an ulcer. As part of our pre marital counseling we were charged with going on a date every week. It was so much fun!

A few of us at work also got to go hear Ben Folds and Giancarlo Guerrero from the Nashville Symphony perform and speak about working together. It was so refreshing to hear a maestro talk about listening to Nine Inch Nails in his spare time. I still believe there are way too many barriers between the classical music world and the mainstream world.

April 2014

I emerged from the blur of budget hell and headed to Long Island to decompress by the water and remind myself there are bigger things in life than numbers and spreadsheets. A hawk flew into the screen porch to try and eat the cat. It was utter madness until dad pushed it onto the patio with a broom. Nature.

One of my best friends had her baby this month and she is the most adorable kid ever. It’s always special when a very close friend has a baby. As a general rule, I avoid babies and don’t like it when people try to make me feel like less of a woman because I prefer kittens over human children. However, I make an exception for a few people in my life and I could not have been more thrilled for Renee and Jules. More on this later.

The Harry Potter fun continues with our group of friends who gather to nerd out. The Goblet of Fire was on the menu this month, therefore tasks had to be completed before finding the golden egg and then watching the movie.

My cat turned 10 years old. I have had Maddox longer than most of my friends have had their kids. My kid just so happens to weigh more than theirs and could probably kick some serious baby ass, not that he would…well, maybe he would.

Rob finished building an incredible garden fence for our orto (veggie jungle).

May 2014

I saw Arcade Fire and actually liked them even though it is impossible keeping them all straight with the 57 people they have onstage. The GRAMMYs threw their annual Block Party. I went to LA and sat in meetings at the Beverly Hilton for a day before flying back to the peace and tranquility of my garden.

I turned 33. My “Jesus” year. This is also how old my friend Will was when he passed away last year. I turned the corner of this birthday reflecting on how utterly painful and unfair life can be, and how short it is, and how I hope I end up doing something with my life that is meaningful to others.

June 2014

I held my breath and squished all the fear in my throat as deep into my stomach as I possibly could when Rob had surgery to remove some cancer on his hand. We visited two surgeons. I sat in the room with him while they consulted and tried to listen to things he might miss in the numbness of hearing the C word thrown around. I inwardly, silently yelled at him again for not getting that disgusting “wart” taken care of while simultaneously cursing the system of medicine in this country that makes healthcare unaffordable for a tradesman who works harder than anyone I know.

We prepared to go to the courthouse and fill out all the forms and just not tell people we were legally married before the wedding. Thankfully, by a miracle we got Rob on my insurance (without signing papers) and avoided the $16,000 outpatient surgery bill that would have befallen him before our wedding…for a spot on his finger. Can you imagine?! I sat in the waiting room for 4 hours while they tried to piece the skin on his finger together. They kept calling me his “wife” and that was so weird. What? I’m not his…whatever…how is he doing?

Rob moved his stuff into my house. Oh my God. Sh*t is getting real. Half of my closet is gone. And there will be a dog. In my house. The cats are blissfully unaware.

The three incredible women who I work with everyday surprised the stuffing out of me and got Katy Perry tickets for pre-wedding fun. I’d been dying to go, but gave up because the tix were too pricey. We had so much fun. This is how we do!!!!

And, of course, the garden…

July 2014

My last trip home as a “single” woman. July 4th is sacred to me. I always, always go home to see my family, my girlfriends, and the small town fireworks at the Greenport High School. The weather is balmy and warm. The Hamptons are in full swing. July on the East End of Long Island is as good as it gets.

My maid of honor, Nicole, and my mom threw a lovely get-together for me where all the women I’ve grown to love so dearly, who I grew up with, who showered their wisdom and love on me through the years came and we ate cake and mini quiches and sat in the screen porch talking till 7 pm! It was so perfect and the gift cards those ladies gave us were used to purchase our dishwasher. Every time we are spared washing a sink of dishes by hand, I will smile and remember this lovely Thursday in July. There are pics of this and I can’t find them anywhere.

I got to meet little Zadie, Renee’s baby, the future President of the U.S. Here is a current picture.

Rob’s house sold. What a hard thing to let go of, but also a blessing how it happened in a day without having to list it. No more roommates, missing rent checks, broken HVAC units, or endless rooms to be redone.

Asheville, NC with my friend Dawn and her little girl. We visited the gardens, stayed at a charming bed and breakfast, walked all over town, and ate pizza and beer after the kiddo was in bed. Certainly not my last girls trip, but it was fun to get out of town and be with a strong female compadre before the wedding month began. There was a lotus plant in full bloom at the arboretum. Absolutely stunning.

August 2014

Rob follows up with the surgeon and all appears to be well. Thank God. I yell at him to make a dermatologist appointment.
I headed home to New York for what will be one of the most memorable times of my life. I’m gonna be all disgusting and cliche and say it was all perfect because it was and I wouldn’t go back and change a thing, except maybe our DJ, but whatever. My girls and I stayed in a gorgeous victorian that was straight out of Anne of Green Gables. Rob’s guys stayed in a modern place on the bay that was very bachelory. We took everyone to the Hamptons and walked up the Montauk lighthouse and stood in the huge ocean waves in Southampton. The sunset blew everyone away the night of the rehearsal and we all ran outside like 20 times to take pictures of it. Then we got dressed up and headed to a wedding. The weather gods smiled on us and everyone was so beautiful, the girls, the guys, our moms, the guests…oh my gosh, I could go on and on, but I won’t make you all sick…ok, maybe a little. Our wedding was everything I’d hoped it would be. You plan for so long and from so far away, and you have family and friends who say, “Hey, I can do that for you!” and somehow they do. They bring wine and pies and bobby pins and four foot heroes and cameras and they literally make the magic happen. We were so blessed, my heart was about to burst all day long. Oh my God, we just love each other so much. We said our vows and our friends stood around us and everyone looked like angels. The sun on the water was mesmerizing. Rob and I were so happy and so very, very thankful.

Montauk Lighthouse visit

Rehearsal dinner sunset at the Soundview Restaurant

The ladies

The gents

September 2014

Honeymoon in St. Lucia!!! We’d never been here and it’s always been on my list of places to go. While the experience wasn’t exactly what we expected it to be, we had a fabulous time. I can’t remember the last time I swam so much. The water was magnetic and made us feel buoyant and free. We searched for hermit crabs, butterflies, dolphins, and colorful fish. We reveled in the time and space we had to do nothing but eat, swim, and just be.

We came back to real life with a dull thud. Work got crazy. People we loved got sick or languished in illness. We fielded the question “How’s married life?!” with confusion and the uncertainty of how to honestly answer because it feels the same, but with less space. I grappled with the challenge of going from having a lot of alone time which fed my introvert heart to having no alone time and watching my creativity ebb away like a wave leaving with the tide. Rob struggled with not being able to watch as much TV and having to wash a lot of dishes every time I made a meal.

October

I met one of the authors in my top three. Frances Mayes. Her books about Italy and her novels have been so inspiring and nurtured dreams in my own heart. For years I have wanted to meet her and I always thought maybe it would happen in Italy, but then she came to Nashville to talk about her new book and sell her new wine and I got to talk very briefly with her. What do you say to someone you admire greatly who has such a way with words, who spins worlds with her sentences and brings them closer for you to see and feel and taste? I’ve met a lot of rock stars and musicians, but I swear to God, you put me in front of an author whose work has changed my life and I am a useless blithering idiot. I asked her about Bramasole and the work they were doing, but I wish I could have had more time to just chat…it has to be so strange for authors who travel, with people knowing so much about them. She signed my copy of Under TheTuscan Sun. I hope we meet again.

I went to LA for a week to train new staff and see my friends on the side. I felt like an old, washed up grandma because many of the new generation of staff entering the music workforce are about 12 years old.

We camped out and hiked the Fiery Gizzard trail with some friends. Reminder here.

Rob and I went to the Biltmore for our two month anniversary and his birthday. It snowed and we romped through a winter wonderland in boots and gloves and hats and drank coffee like we needed it for temperature control. It was so blindingly white and fun. The next day the snow cleared and we felt like it was autumn again.

November

I went back to Lee University for the first time since I graduated to be part of a music advisory group there. In some ways it was healing for me. In other ways it reinforced why I felt so out of place there. I am still not sure how this is going to shape up, but it was nice to feel validated. Like, I graduated with a music business degree and am not the big fat failure some of my classical music professors thought I would be. I still hear the voices that say I’m a big fat failure when I realize there is so much music in the world and I can’t possibly be an expert on all, if any, of it. Or, when I think about how I landed in a finance position when I really really should have listened more in my accounting class. The fear of not being good enough looms great…I think they call it the imposter syndrome in the professional world. I look at women like Sheryl Sandberg or my boss and I’m like, “How the hell did you get where you are today?” because I feel like there is some secret to success that I just have not figured out yet. And what is success anyway? How do you inspire students to make their way in the world when you feel like you yourself are trying to reach Emerald City and the heel of your ruby slipper keeps getting stuck in the yellow brick road? It’s an honor to be one of two women in this group and I so deeply want to be helpful.

We saw Book of Mormon and I was reminded of my love of Broadway and singing…and hilarity!

December 2014

The final month of the year where nights are filled with birthday parties, Christmas parties, last minute dinners with friends, and a few quiet moments snuggled next to a cat on the couch. We head to Long Island for Christmas where we will go to the Christmas Eve service at CCF and sing the same songs they sing every year, and light candles during Silent Night and hopefully not set the church on fire, and then everyone will sing some rowdy version of Go Tell It On The Mountain and put the emphasis on all the wrong words and take breaths in all the wrong places, and then hug each other silly before going home.

The thing about CCF this year is that people are missing. Over the past year and a half, five lovely souls from that special place have departed leaving our hearts in a state of swiss cheese holeyness. Linda Pisacano, Pat Restivo, Gary and Val Bufkins, and most recently Yvonne Reiter. This is where I start crying on my keyboard because my breath is short as I think about how much I love these dear friends and will miss their presence. The church I grew up in has about 100 people in it who’ve been there for years and have seen the “kids” in my generation grow up from the time we were a foot tall. CCF ruined me on other churches forever, especially the fake evangelical kind throughout much of the South, because I have never seen a group of people more genuinely love Jesus in all my life. For all their faults and weirdnesses about women in leadership, this church has been a support system like no other. The way they lift each other up during these hard times, and call each other on the prayer chain list when something happens, it’s all so lovingly done. I have moved very far away from Mattituck, but it’s still deeply present in my heart, and these people who celebrated with us at our wedding are not merely people I grew up with, but they are extended family who I love dearly and still make an effort to see when I go home. The fact that five of them are no longer with us breaks me up. It brings to mind once again the analogy of sea glass, how we are all in this vast ocean of life, being tossed upon rocks, weathering storms, and somehow becoming more beautifully softened in the process.

I don’t know what the next year will bring, but this one has left me full and empty and filled up again. Another friend has cancer. I pray and I stop and try to start again, but I know God gets it. When I want to scream WTF to the Heavens and cry till there is just nothing left in me, my solace is that God sees the suffering in this world. I can’t answer any of the questions as to why he just doesn’t take it all away, but I read Anne Lamott books and that’s just as good. I find authentic people who are real and genuine and raw and we talk about all the sticky questions and try to hone our faith so we can stand upright in this very crooked world. I hug Rob and snuggle with my cats because sometimes a cat is all you need. And books. My love for reading has come back with a vengeance now that I have time again. I look at the bookshelf and hope I am alive long enough to read all these incredible books and never ever stop learning. To write this stuff that overflows out of my heart in a semblance of phrases that make sense and connect with anyone who takes the time to read them. A year…it brings to mind the song from Rent.

“525,600 minutes. 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes, how do you measure – measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter in strife.”

The Maddening Business Of Planning A Wedding On The North Fork…While Maintaining Perspective

February 19, 2014 by Leah Leave a Comment

I haven’t written much lately because I’ve been throwing all my creative energy into developing a wedding website. Did I mention I got engaged? Yep. That happened. It’s all very exciting now that the stress of planning this whole thing is dying down. These websites like WeddingWire are really fabulous because they enable the frazzled bride to distribute copious amounts of information in one easy place without sending an invitation in the mail that has 14 tiny separate cards attached to it, all with different bits of crucial information that are bound to be lost or thrown away at some point in time. And even better, these websites are FREE! Thank God for SOMETHING that is free, because I will tell you this…as my lovely cousin so wisely told me, “the wedding business is a f*cking racket.” And, boy, was she right.

One of my friends asked me if I was going to blog about this experience of planning a wedding, and I enthusiastically replied that I would, but honestly this is something that is very difficult to put out into the void because there are so many personal moments wrapped up in the whole business. There are arguments with family members, disagreements about what should be said in the ceremony, where it should be held, who to invite (my God, the guest list alone is going to kill us!), opinions on colors, flowers, tableware…it is ENDLESS. If you are a control freak (raising hand) and you were born into a family of control freaks (who you love dearly, btw), you are bound to clash on some things, and those things are personal, and feelings get hurt, and one just doesn’t want to blog in detail about that stuff, you know?

One thing I would advise is to get yourself a good, understanding, supportive fiancee’ who is on the same page as you. This is always a helpful first step. (I hate the word “fiancee’,” by the way. Hate it.)

Once you have this supportive man/woman in place, find a venue, because until you do, you will lose your mind, lose sleep, lose weight from not being able to eat, and basically lose perspective on life in general. Once the venue is decided upon, things magically start to fall into place all at once and you realize all that worrying was for nothing and you must now reward yourself with a box of Cheez-Its and a glass of wine.

Rob and I went to Long Island and looked at 9 places. I had called 42. I’m not kidding, I have a spreadsheet. Now, understand that I am specifically speaking about the North Fork of Long Island, not like crazy-suburb-wedding-mecca Long Island. The North Fork is covered with vineyards, farms, and seaside locales that are all amazing spots to have a wedding. The even more amazing thing about these places is the prices they charge to have said wedding on their property. I mean, I am in the wrong business, people! We’re talking site fees that range anywhere from $4,500 (which includes nothing, not even bathrooms) to $17,500 (which includes use of a waterfront winery, but does not include, tent, food, wine, or anything you actually need to have a freaking wedding). It was astounding to me. I grew up down the street from these places, rode my bike past them as a kid, and they are now official destinations for weddings.

We looked at one winery, two restaurants, one historic mansion, two parks, one community hall, two marinas, and one historic farm that were all in the range of our budget. Anyone who knows me well already knows which one we picked. We ended up going with the historic mansion. Brecknock Hall in Greenport is simply beautiful.

Of all the places we saw, this one had the highest site fee, but they negotiated with us on the price and the “pros” were well beyond any other place we had looked at. We have access to the building for two days. There are places where the whole wedding party can get ready. If it rains (please, God, no) we can have the ceremony inside the hall and it will still be lovely. We don’t need to over-decorate because the place has a loveliness all its own. The ceremony can be held outside, dinner and dancing inside, and we can even get pictures by the water. The second we stepped foot in the building we were sold. The site fee goes toward the historic preservation of the building, plus they do a free wedding for a local veteran every year on Veterans Day, which I think is really special.

The building holds 90 people, so we have cut our guest list to shreds and are bound to offend people we really love, but if there were more than 90 people there, I would have a total nervous breakdown the day of the wedding. Not because I’m getting married, no. I’m very sure about Rob. It’s the thought of walking down an aisle without tripping with everyone looking at me in profile. I can only have very very very close people who have known me most of my life looking at this nose from the side because they’re all used to it already. All kidding aside, the guest list thing has been gut-wrenching, but we’re doing our best and are so thankful for the people in our lives who have shared their happiness with us.

You know, Rob and I have been dating for a long time and I just love him to pieces. As full and wonderful as my life is, it would feel emptyish without him, and that is the most important thing to remember, to hold close at night. All this wedding nonsense can really get in the way of remembering what truly matters, the person you are marrying. As he has reminded me many a time over the last month, we could go to a Justice of the Peace and the result would be the same. I’m thankful that everything seems to be falling into place just as it should with all our plans, but I’m more thankful that we have each other right now. Because life is so short and I don’t want to take any moments for granted or lose sight of the true things that bring meaning to life: loved ones, faith, and cats obviously.

Back To Myself On The East End

November 26, 2013 by Leah Leave a Comment

Burnout is a real thing. After two weeks of doing something every single night, double booking the calendar, squeezing things in right after work or in the early morning just so I could keep up with friends, I wearily said goodbye to the kitties and left for Los Angeles to sit in meetings for two days straight. On the plane I mentally checked off the things I need to do when I get back to the house: put up Christmas lights, buy a Christmas tree, cancel an evening doctor appointment so I can have one night at home before heading to St. Louis to visit another friend. On Friday night I sat in my bed, hair dripping onto a notepad where I frantically scribbled notes for a short presentation the next day. On Saturday night after spending time with work friends, I hurriedly threw wrinkled clothes into my luggage so I could jump into bed and indulge in one tissue worth of exhausted tears before heading to the airport at 6 am the next morning. As an introvert whose time alone is highly valued and necessary, I had reached the peak of mental exhaustion. It was time to go home.

In all my years of flying to and from Long Island, I have never flown into LaGuardia Aiport. Crazy, right? First thing I noticed was Lady Liberty in the harbor, holding her torch like a champ in the icy wind that tossed the plane around. Then all of a sudden, there it was, the World Trade Center tower, the glittering lights of New York sparkling under the moon like a diamond under a lamp. God, I love this place. The airport was a frantic mess and I kind of never want to fly into anywhere but Islip again, but I am relieved to be here.

Today, the day was mine. I dropped mom off at work and headed out east. All I did was drive. No music, no radio, no singing, talking, nothing…just sunshine and pretty seashore. All the new green of the marshes has turned a golden brown and the deer blend in with their winter coats. The wind had an edge to it in New Suffolk, cutting through to pieces of uncovered skin. Everything was still and peaceful. The only people on the roads were service people, vans, trucks, locals heading to the store to grab that last can of pumpkin.

I went to the end, to Orient, and snaked through town, along Narrow River Road and spotted a pheasant running among jagged rows of spent corn. Ice is gathering on the reeds, a foreshadowing of a chilly week to come.

Before reaching the end of the main road I turned left onto Land’s End Lane. Land’s end indeed. A giant rock faces the dead end as if to signify how much of an end it is.

The water was so alluringly blue and with the wind blowing the waves into little caps, I decided to brave the cold and check out this new beach I’ve never walked on. As I rounded a small bend I could see the Orient Point Lighthouse! It’s been years since I’ve seen this lighthouse. And just beyond there lay Plum Island and the Plum Island Lighthouse, tiny in the distance. Crazy to think that’s where dad works and tons of scientific research takes place in this little corner of the sea.

I wound around farm fields just for the heck of it, just to see the open beauty of undeveloped land, to clear the cluttered mind. And on the way back from picking up some bread at The Blue Duck Bakery, I chased the sunset all the way to the beach where there were still some remnants of color to be had.

Part of me was restored today. The water has its way of doing that. Tomorrow brings more chill and perhaps some rain, but another day to drive in the peaceful stillness of home.