A cottage by the sea.
Pink roses everywhere.
That is the house I dream of.
The air smells of wild roses, hydrangeas, and salt air.
A day at the beach segued to an evening Cape League baseball game. (A league of the best college players, memorialized in the wonderful book, The Last Best League.) The stands were full; suntan lotion, bug spray and grilling hotdogs threaded the scent of the ocean breeze. Children and dogs ran around, cell phones were ignored and the crowd stayed until the very end, because it was that rare kind of evening, one you want to remember when the phones start ringing again.
The ocean was everything it's supposed to be.
I walked for hours, and was rewarded by the playful antics of dozens of seals. My little pocket camera wasn't up to the task, but trust me, they were captivating. If you click on the picture you'll get a better glimpse of one of them.
Is there a house you dream of?