The dunes of Provincetown already feel far away, as if our magical time there was only a dream, much like many days this summer, which has blessed us with a number of happily notable moments. Yet I know our time in Provincetown was real, and I know how enriching it was for our souls, so I’m recounting the posts I wrote here, and feeling the collection of stones in my hands, the ones I procured at the shore to remind me that it actually happened.
Sitting in the shell with which I collected them, these little beach stones sit in a special place in our attic, in the very room where JoAnn now stays when she visits. It ties everything together – past and present, friendship and love, beauty and nature. It’s the perfect embodiment of our time at the dunes – and a lovely keepsake for such a treasured memory. I will revisit these again when the summer departs and the long stretch of winter begins.
Waiting for the Breach – Part One
Waiting for the Breach – Part Two
Waiting for the Breach – Part Three
Waiting for the Breach – Part Four
