Glen Hirshberg's Blog - Posts Tagged "atlantic"
Epistles from the Tour
In-between day today, so I slipped off with an old friend and his family, who ferried me down the Rhode Island coast to see an even older friend and his family, and then we wandered together in a gaggle from their house through the overcast to a dune-colored beach strewn with saltgrass,
and from there into the green-gray ocean, which isn't as warm as I remembered the Atlantic being, where we bobbed and bodysurfed and watched the mist roll in, only it turned out to be rain, which didn't so much fall as rill down the daylight, soak us where we swam, poke holes in the water, turning it grayer shades of green, greener shades of gray. Wet walk back afterward, past a house that called itself Butterworth, where my old(er) friend said a much older lady lived alone, but where fireworks went off in barrages for the rest of the long, dripping evening, which we mostly spent on the porch, eating well, conversing better, raking through the years we were together and the years we weren't and won't be for stories to retell, tell, reframe, fall into. (With the families of Russell Day and Gabe Burnstein)
and from there into the green-gray ocean, which isn't as warm as I remembered the Atlantic being, where we bobbed and bodysurfed and watched the mist roll in, only it turned out to be rain, which didn't so much fall as rill down the daylight, soak us where we swam, poke holes in the water, turning it grayer shades of green, greener shades of gray. Wet walk back afterward, past a house that called itself Butterworth, where my old(er) friend said a much older lady lived alone, but where fireworks went off in barrages for the rest of the long, dripping evening, which we mostly spent on the porch, eating well, conversing better, raking through the years we were together and the years we weren't and won't be for stories to retell, tell, reframe, fall into. (With the families of Russell Day and Gabe Burnstein)
