Finally, at the end of the day, we made it to a beach. I say finally because the first two times we tried, the beaches were inaccessibly crowded with people who were not six feet apart and definitely not wearing masks—standing in the parking lot of Corporation Beach to survey our chances in the mid-afternoon, I was in fact the only person in sight with a mask on and nobody was giving me space because of it, either.
spatch received some strongly worded text messages in all caps. We tried again toward evening, struck out a second time with Corporation Beach, couldn't even get into the parking lot at Mayflower Beach, and then Chapin Beach came to our rescue with its long, shining strand of silt and channels and barnacle-sharp cobbles at low tide. My mother set up her folding chair in the lee of a sand dune and my father and I went walking.
( The Black Ball Line's for me and you. )
And then we got home and I fell immediately upon a plate of fried clams, chased by soft-serve ice cream, chased by mermaid latte and collapsing on a couch. Tomorrow we return to Boston. There will not be such ready sea, but there will be cats. I dream of the two together.
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( The Black Ball Line's for me and you. )
And then we got home and I fell immediately upon a plate of fried clams, chased by soft-serve ice cream, chased by mermaid latte and collapsing on a couch. Tomorrow we return to Boston. There will not be such ready sea, but there will be cats. I dream of the two together.