Meeting a friend for coffee in Plymouth Center. I arrived a little early and parked along the harbor. It was just in time for the sunset, and the lobster-trap tree was still standing tall, a few days after Christmas.
I love the real, raw look of this harbor. The slight bite of the cold. When I lived in Miami for college, I used to come home for winter-break and think everything around me was dead and ugly. Flashy palm trees seemed prettier at the time. Now that more time has passed and I have travelled more, I realize how beautiful all of this is. It’s alive in it’s own real, raw way.
My last day at home until Christmas. The last day in shorts, last day with feet in the ocean. The very last of summer on a cool and misty day. We ate seafood at the Venus II across the street. We climbed out to the end of the jetty. My brother chased the seagulls, and I shivered in the water, willing to do anything to touch it one last time.