Chickens in the Sea

The ocean temp at Nauset Light Beach--my favorite beach since girlhood--was 62 degrees.

It felt BRACING cold at first but once Skippy and I were in, we didn’t want to get out. Placid. We weren’t too far from a seal’s large, dark head, so after a while, I got out. Sharks like seals. (Skip had already retreated to the towel to “tan.”)

We biked there and back, over a rising hill on Cable Road.

I spent a lot of the afternoon and evening around Brewster, because Skippy’s close friend lives there (all year).

And my friend from Montclair drove up today.

Good night.