Discovery

There are places I can return to with new discoveries each time. A weekend in Provincetown yielded horses running on the beach, a particular way the autumn sun hit the bay, an almost deserted Commercial Street in midday. It was surprisingly warm with lucky sun. Reading on the deck, walking on the quiet street, visiting with Scott at Joe's Coffee--all noble ventures. I never tire of the dunes, the rippling bay, galleries and street musicians. It's all part of the observation, the living that makes writing possible.