Picture this flag flapping hard in the wind and spray flying into the boat…
My brother-in-law took us out of Scituate Harbor and parked us near the Scituate Spit for awhile. It was packed. Dogs, frisbees, fishermen, cookouts… only a few swimmers, but I was one. Later, Ken and I wandered along the main street, where I saw this beautiful porch.
When we were boarding the boat, the sky looked like this. Ken, who has been in Saudi Arabia for three weeks, couldn’t understand why I found the prospect of a sunny afternoon so dubious.
But, the sky DID clear.
And, plenty of people were out enjoying it.
Later, at Newton’s fireworks, I fell into a swoon of sensory overload watching the display and feeling the explosions mid-chest… that’s probably as close as I’ll come to tripping in this lifetime!