And I enjoyed the world aright for the sea itself floweth

spatch and I are on Cape Cod for the weekend. The cuffs of my jeans are full of sand.

( You never enjoy the world aright till the sea itself floweth in your veins. )

I did not appreciate that we were eventually chased off the beach by a large and noisy birthday party converging on the picnic benches, especially since not a one of the children or adults was wearing a mask, but we came home and my father had made us deep-dish pizza from scratch and then we ourselves cooked a piece of salmon we had brought from Boston, very simply, in a pan, with butter and lemon pepper, and it is strange not to have had little cats insinuating themselves into the kitchen, but I trust they will forgive us when we return. We will have more sea first.