June 16, 2003
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Wingaersheek
When I opened the door he was standing there with this beautiful sunny orange flower. Mutual grins, and we took off for Cape Ann to soak in the new june air and get our fill of the ocean, at least for a little while. We ended up in gloucester, and walked along the marshes to Wingaersheek Beach, ( I saw the jeep of my desires along the way) where we promptly shed our shoes and wriggled our toes in the sand. We sat side by side on some hulking saltwater weathered boulders and felt familiar with the horizon and each other, and then we sprinted off for the tide’s edge to get windblown and brine soaked, returning to shore glowing and happy and bedraggled. Sandcastle time, and hoarding shells; i told stories about love and tidepools and he explained architecture and heartache to me. Then back to the car, where we found a little culinary nook among the fishermen’s taverns and the wharfs and he treated me to cornish hen and wine and chocolate decadence. We returned to the urban lands feeling warm and happy and tinted with the ocean. Then we had tea at midnight…..we all know what tea can do.
