|A section of the easterly view from my small rustic rental cottage.|
|Part of what I see from ‘my chair’ (as seen in last post.)|
|Nearly eighty steps to the ocean.|
When I am fortunate to visit the tip of Cape Cod, I mostly enjoy simply being and observing the magical changes of sea, sound and sky. It is a meditation whereby the ocean becomes alive within . . . restoring a sense of peace.