Washed Clean

View from Blue Heron

View from Blue Heron

Back from the annual coastal pilgrimage. Split a bottle of Afton’s Thibeaux-Jamison for the autumn equinox, looking out at the Atlantic from our Blue Heron perch in Nag’s Head. Clinked our rings in the surf.

Pea Island and Ocracoke led us down to Wilmington on the Cape Fear River, a perfect jumping-off point for family and friends in Southport and Carolina Beach.

I am always struck by the contrasts between our foothills and the shore. The quiet versus the sound, the sea birds versus the cardinals and wrens who sang me awake this morning, the expanse of sea level versus our cloistered hills.

It is good to go away and re-connect with family and friends. And it is good to be home in the hollow.

Looking eastward in the fall

Looking eastward in the fall

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