It has been two years since I started this blog from this very couch. It's a beach day, gorgeous, crisp and sunny, but I thought I should mark the anniversary with a post. The island has changed more than I have. Wasque Beach, where I had sunrise breakfasts with my mother, made out as a teenager, and built sandcastles with my kids, is no more. Two years of vicious storms have reclaimed the dunes and a good chunk of wooded land. People say it will grow back, like a salamander's tail, but probably not in my lifetime.
It is so quiet here, almost contemplative. Except for the falling bricks. One of the chimneys loosed a spate of bricks inside the fireplace last week. It is always something with this house. For most the year it is a troublesome geriatric patient, causing all manner of bother. But as soon as I get here and sit on the porch, I am home and content.
