On the cusp of the Fourth of July.
Peak time for our little corner of the earth.
Crowds are almost overwhelming this year.
The conga lines of traffic heading over the bridges,
always snakelike and slow on the days leading to the 4’th,
were making locals moan that our peninsula would be
sinking into the sea with the added weight.
So why do they come? Probably for the reasons we stay.
The sandy beaches. The bike paths.
The winding back roads that provide
a peaceful oasis from the clamoring crowds.
The lobsters and clams. The local oysters.
And the sunsets. Especially the sunsets.
The primal magic of sitting at water’s edge
while the fiery globe dips into the sea at the end of day.