...lounging on the veranda, the smell of chocolate chip deliciousness baking for afternoon tea, a lazy feeling in the air, the kind that comes after the frenzied drunken crowds from the annual Figawi Race go home leaving the leisurely behind to enjoy the quiet they missed while making such a ruckus...birds chirping their own call and response songs in unison with the hushed jazz floating across the air from somewhere behind the screen door …sipping iced coffee, condensation dripping down the plastic container…
...how very nice it is to read a book with nothing else but this to do and no one to answer to…
More from Nantucket on Sunday when it will all be a gorgeous memory to savor until I can return, until then…
keep your peepers open!®
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