elizabethperry
up just before dawn to get our train. The landscape the same as always - washed with darker blue.
| in a houseful of chiming clocks. I like the way the patterns ride above the larger lower-pitched pulse of the ocean. |
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| fog rolled in suddenly, blotting out horizon, buoys, till all but the rocks are erased. Crows caw at the foghorn, try to get the last word. |
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| (exploring the sketches application - after updating my phone to the new firmware.) |
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| [http://tinyurl.com/5a268j] - just made a phone sketch of a comfy chair... |
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| waiting for train 94 to arrive at South Station... |
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| pink sky and sea at dawn - now colors are in the pale blue to white range - very still. |
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| clock chimes, joyful shouting of children in the hallway: Quiet! You'll wake Aunt Liz! (exclaimed at cheerful top volume) It's her birthday. |
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| Rain didn't last long, and the breeze picked up. I can hear big waves rolling out in the channel in the dark - a rhythmic oceanic breathing. |
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| went through all of yesterday assuming it was the 9th-but today's the 9th. Feels as if I found a secret extra day in the week. |
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| can hear herring gulls, the wet flapping of a cormorant taking off. Ocean is still -nearly waveless, Truck idles, then quiet, next door. |
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| is listening to the foghorn. Two blasts, then nothing but waves and crickets, and then the horn again. Calm. I can't hear the bell buoy. |
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| didn't look like a beach day, but we went anyway, and stayed until the tide got very high and we were long overdue for lunch. |
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| and what's more, even the tiniest. faraway fireworks are reflecting paths across the water. Ooooh... look at that one. And those over there. |
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| fireworks across Ipswich Bay. We call out the towns as they go from Essex to southern NH. Booms echo after a delay. Happy Fourth of July!!! |
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| steady downpour. Cousins laughing in the other room. Scooter and bicycle parade is postponed. They are going to play wax museum instead. |
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| @indiamos - yes - but you are on the other cape. We're in Gloucester. |
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| at destination, listening to waves through an open window, reflecting on twitter as a medium for travel writing. Glimpses and impressions. |
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| Sorry, twitter went on break as we neared Providence, so I couldn't travel-tweet the fireworks we saw from the train. |
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| @lizstrauss - thank you! (takes one to know one, we said in grade school) |
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