My niece has been in town for the last few days. Before returning her to her father this afternoon, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I took her to Castle Island.
We had asked her if she wanted trees or water; she said water immediately. She got it with chocolate and vanilla soft-serve twist and seagulls from which she jealously guarded the cone and planes she kept wanting to know where they were coming from which was difficult to answer unless they were flag carriers. She wanted to know about the container ships we had seen as we drove past Conley Terminal. At every opportunity she wrapped herself around the railings and stared at the teal-colored, slate-skimmed tide rocking against the seawalls as it drained from Pleasure Bay. "It smells so good! Why does it smell so good? Why can't I stop looking at it? I could look at it all day. I could fall asleep to it at night." She lives inland; the next time she visits, we have promised her more sea. And since we managed not to turn into an automotive Newton's cradle when the car behind us was rear-ended abruptly by a truck in one of the tunnels of I-93, we should even get the chance.
spatch and I took her to Castle Island.
We had asked her if she wanted trees or water; she said water immediately. She got it with chocolate and vanilla soft-serve twist and seagulls from which she jealously guarded the cone and planes she kept wanting to know where they were coming from which was difficult to answer unless they were flag carriers. She wanted to know about the container ships we had seen as we drove past Conley Terminal. At every opportunity she wrapped herself around the railings and stared at the teal-colored, slate-skimmed tide rocking against the seawalls as it drained from Pleasure Bay. "It smells so good! Why does it smell so good? Why can't I stop looking at it? I could look at it all day. I could fall asleep to it at night." She lives inland; the next time she visits, we have promised her more sea. And since we managed not to turn into an automotive Newton's cradle when the car behind us was rear-ended abruptly by a truck in one of the tunnels of I-93, we should even get the chance.
