Left behind pail, Napatree

It was beautifully clear and the sun was just coming up when I dragged my weary corpse out of bed—I'm still not sleeping well post-election due to unabated anxiety bordering on genuine terror—but, despite the chill in the air... the real one, not the metaphorical one... I drove down to Watch Hill for a calming walk to Napatree Point. I had the beach pretty much to myself. The shorebirds were hanging out on the rocks at the Point, and there was one notable group of newcomers—small geese known as Brant—claiming the lagoon area. Just one American Oystercatcher remained in residence from the four or five dozen that had called the gravel banks home in September and October, so summer is really, really gone, and we're now set up for winter. On the cold days, we can call up warm memories. Maybe they're stowed in this bucket, used and left behind during better weather.