#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
There's a surprise, some mystery, anticipation, and excitement on my walk this morning.
He's here. Is he an early riser like me? Will I meet him out for a run on this remote hiking trail we both love?
The dogs and I walk past the entrance to the undistinguished dirt driveway of the house he's sleeping in, a driveway almost identical to the one that leads to our cozy and rustic rental house.
I turn onto sandy trail through the scrub and pine and head down, down towards the beach the former president and his family may walk to while they're here. This morning, the astonishing view from Menemsha Hills of Vineyard Sound is obscured by fog. And lovely, still. Of all the places in the world he could choose to spend three weeks of his summer vacation, once again, and again, and again, he chooses where I choose: to be here, now, on this spectacular Menemsha morning.