#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Menemsha Morning

Sunny, bright, very much summer, waking early, the quiet house to be packed up. Frank gone to his meeting for the last time. Others, sleeping, I am not melancholy, as I so often am on the day of departure while packing. I am ready. When I have done my share, I take Charlie. We want our last hike and beach walk and swim at the Brickyard. It’s blue calm. Water as peace. I swim in blue immersion. I am saying thank you. Charlie is saying thank you. Charlie would stay here all day diving for rocks. He senses departure. He knows what my busy energy up and down stairs is all about. He sees the packages and bundles assembling by the door. But he is cheerful, bounding up the road of return with me. No osprey this morning. No monarch. Goodbye beach. I leave my walking sticks at the house for someone else to use. Soon enough, the car is jammed full of people and belongings, and Charlie! And we are on our way to Chappie for the day until our ferry at 5:20. So, we get an exquisite last afternoon swimming and sunning and sand playing and going over our favorite moments. We think about and plan for next time. Now I am home in my own bed, that isn’t really my own bed, because the house is in construction disarray, but there is great progress everywhere! It’s coming along so nicely, and

I’ll have the energy for a closer look in the morning. Dark when we arrived and unpacked. I had to use a flashlight and Charlie’s company to find my way to our outdoor shower. And I am happy to be home.