Eleven

Eleven years ago today, I was exploring the Cape and found a dune quite like this one. I did as Thoreau suggested and "put all America behind me." I sat in the sand and wrote. I walked along the shoreline and I thought. I watched the tide go and come back in again. Saw boats go out to sea and return and wrote some more...and I think by then, I'd fallen in love with this Cape of Cods.

Later that night, I met the man with whom I've spent these last ten years (and most of that quite happily, all things considered). Today, we're celebrating.

(Oh, and the photo album came out pretty great, too!)