Is this the coldest, dreariest June ever? Or does it just feel that way here at the Jersey Shore? I feel like I live in London, or somewhere out on the coast of Oregon with all this fog and dampness and rain.
It's kind of depressing.
There have been moments of light and magic... the rain clicking and tapping its song on the roof... the porch and its electric, marshy yellow-gray smell of storms before they get here... the big flag up the street snapping in the wind and the curtains blowing like ghosts in the night...
There was an hour or so on the beach at Spring Lake yesterday at sunset, after crab cakes for dinner at the inlet with the fishing boats going by with their escort of laughing gulls...
A bit of magic despite the gray, but I'm tired of wearing sweaters and long pants.
Is it summer yet in your part of the world?
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