Thinking back to Rockport yesterday. I went there for the afternoon after the Schooner Festival and sat on a granite wall for a long time looking at the sea and the rocks and listening to the waves--so refreshing to the soul. The wind was coming right in off the water here. It was a sparkling, lilting day--exhilarating.
This is the end of Front Beach, which is right in the center of the village. When I lived in Rockport years ago, I would pass this beach every time I walked home from the center.
I did chores and cooking and laundry today on Labor Day. It doesn't matter to us now that we're retired, as every day is like a holiday. Tomorrow the semester begins at the college where I worked, and this will be the third academic year already that I'm not there. I'm free!
