Perfect

In case you didn’t know, the perfect day includes:

A latte your father made with homefries your mother made.

Salty hair and sandy toes.

Small ones collecting crabs and shells in the tidepools.

A Cheez-It or two.

The sound of the waves and distant laughter when you are falling asleep in the sand with an old book.

Top Dog.

That certain quiet that comes over a tourist town at dusk when summer fades into autumn.

I went a little apeshit with the naturey crap when I was in Massachusetts. You may see evidence of that here.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 at 10:10 pm and is filed under Massachusetts, Summerteeth and tagged with Home, Massachusetts, Rockport. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.