On Thursday of our honeymoon week, we were going to stay in — but the weather was so beautiful that we ended up driving about half an hour to the seaside town of Chatham, southwest of the cottage where we were staying. From the center of town we walked out to the public beach.

The tide was coming in and the waves were beautiful.

I would love, someday, to be able to live within hearing distance of the surf.

It’s perhaps a mark of too much exposure to bohemian literature that the fantasy of living out our retirement as a couple of dykes (and a bevy of cats) on a wind-swept coast would be a fine thing.

Or perhaps it’s just the Michigander in me.

Stay tuned for our one-week anniversary trip to Provincetown!