The magic of Cape Cod!
As soon as we made our way over the Buzzard’s Bay canal, I could feel my muscles release some tension as I prepared myself for the first delicious inhalation of salty air. My senses come alive when I visit Cape Cod! Memories of childhood summers accompany the myriad ways my senses absorb the goodness of this special place.
We bundled up yesterday afternoon and carefully made our way down the steep sand embankment to walk along the ocean’s shoreline. No one was around: no brave surfers fully geared in their black wet suits that resemble sleek seals, no seals, no sea gulls. We were graced with the sight and sound of the waves curling into the shore. It was just beyond high tide so we had to scramble farther up to the dunes’ edge to miss being soaked by the oncoming waves.
After this walk and an afternoon of relaxation, I felt moved to be present for the sun’s descent. No one was around as I trudged through clumps of piled up seagrass and around wide puddles with their inky surface. Rounding the sandy lane, the thin line of beach came into view. What struck me was how still the waters were. I had to make my way closer to the solo canoe to find the right angle to snap my picture. Luckily for me, my hiking boots withstood the thick, mucky terrain. After taking numerous shots, I put away my iPhone and just absorbed the surroundings… breath-taking and etched in my mind, I said a small prayer of thanks for being able to enjoy this winter scene that is so different from the winter scenes at home.