June

Translucent sunsets, fog drifting in over the lawn from the ocean. Weathered shingles and small dogged ladies. Pulled taffy and piled high chocolate peanut butter cookie dough ice cream dripping down the cup down the arm down the sun bleached sidewalk. Beaches still chilled from Spring. Slipping through the harbor under cloud white sails soaring fluttering tightly pulling us forward out into the Sound sounding out our way. Lobster rolls and little girls wearing party pink and convert ables streaming past the gulls and beach blankets. My arms strong and brown and freckled. Collars turned up, flops replaced by tasseled slip-ons, patchwork pastel and Nantucket reds. Cold swirling water and broad leafed trees singing in the wind and blue crazy oh so blue skies. It's away, it's home, it's summer, it's the Vineyard.