Last Friday in the wan sunlight of the late afternoon, I wandered halfheartedly over to the beach walkover next to the pier.
Although warmer than recent days, I still felt strangely chilly and didn’t really want to be outside, although some part of me did, very much. I’ve been feeling bereft of words lately and I hoped to see something that would inspire me. This is what I saw.
The car bore Vermont plates and two messages applied with blue painter’s tape.