BostonPeter
This is a driveway, not a road
One of the most vivid memories of my own childhood happiness invokes the moment when the inhabitants of our family wagon would first catch a glimpse of the beach. The roads always seemed to be twisty and curvy, slowing us, thus lengthening the anticipation in the hot kid-stuffed back seat.
As these fortunate people turn into their driveway, their eyes are fixed on the blue Atlantic at the end of the way.
Today.
Cummaquid, Massachusetts.
This is a driveway, not a road
One of the most vivid memories of my own childhood happiness invokes the moment when the inhabitants of our family wagon would first catch a glimpse of the beach. The roads always seemed to be twisty and curvy, slowing us, thus lengthening the anticipation in the hot kid-stuffed back seat.
As these fortunate people turn into their driveway, their eyes are fixed on the blue Atlantic at the end of the way.
Today.
Cummaquid, Massachusetts.