After dinner, we drove out to Point Judith. The fog was so dense that we could barely see the waves spilling on the shore, never mind the lighthouse; it pearled on our hair and clothes and we could hear the foghorn sounding. Someone had built a fire up near the jetty (whose existence I had to take on faith: at one point there was a lighter fluid flare-up that reflected volcanically off the waves, but the jetty remained invisible), but presently it went out. When another car turned up the road, a colorless rainbow formed in its headlights. My hair smells like damp salt and woodsmoke. There is a Siamese cat investigating my backpack. Spooky found me bitter lemon soda at the supermarket; Caitlín read me the preface and first chapter of The Red Tree. I’m tired enough not to shower before I sleep. I’m really very happy.
Links
Active Entries
- 1: And the shrouds hum full of the gale of the grave and the keel goes out to the sea
- 2: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
- 3: We're the ones who stand here now, but many others will again
- 4: Cormorant to rock, gulls from the storm
- 5: On the edge and off the avenue
- 6: Afghanistan banana stand
- 7: She was an excellent governess and a most respectable woman
- 8: The dark sleek heads are risen from the water
Style Credit
- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by and
Expand Cut Tags
No cut tags