I’ve been so preoccupied with civic activism, the March for Our Lives, and governmental chaos that I had no idea what to write about when I sat down late tonight.
Today turned out to be an unexpectedly peaceful day. To get out of the house when the weather turned sunny about 3 pm, we decided to hop in the car to drive to a nearby town to get some coffee and a treat and some fresh air. We stopped first at the Copenhagen Bakery where we were lucky to find an unoccupied table near a big picture window overlooking the harbor a few streets away. After a relaxing mid-day snack of soup, coffee and a cookie we decided to take a walk in the park nearby.
We walked toward the pier which was uncrowded, enjoying the activity in the park, especially the variety of dogs being walked. Did I mention this is a town that loves its dogs?
We walked out on the pier and got a bench all to ourselves. When the weather gets warmer this is almost impossible, so we sat down feeling this was our lucky day.
The sun shone directly on us, so my daughter and I settled into a lazy slump on the bench to soak up its rays. We call it Vitamin D therapy. My husband, who was restless, decided to take a short walk into town while we relaxed.
The harbor today was sparkling and unusually quiet. Several pairs of Bufflehead ducks dove into and out of the water while seagulls continually flew over us. There were no boats in the harbor allowing us a wide, expansive view of the harbor and the horizon.
This is a special place for us. My husband and I lived here before we had children. We left the town only because we could not afford a home here at the time. We love its quiet harbor, its lovely waterside park with a gazebo that looks right out of a painting, and a Main Street full of historic buildings and small shops.
We always feel nostalgic when we come here and, in fact, have begun to think about moving back here when we downsize, if we can afford to do so.
The pace of life is smaller, slower and quieter (except in summer when this town is hopping) and suits us more as we grow older. I can imagine visits to the park, sitting on a bench, talking to passersby…something I cannot imagine doing in our present crowded, busy town.
On our way home we stopped to see how our new resident eagles are doing in a nearby pond. The male eagle was positioned high in a tree across the pond from his nest. All was quiet in the nest. We watched him preen himself as dusk fell and he disappeared into the shadows.
A perfect afternoon.