The beach is a strange and mystical place on Cape Cod in the summer. I like to get up very early and go down to the local beach and wade out into the chill water and just sit. If you lean back and float and let your ears go under, you hear the gentle murmur of the waves. On busy days the chatter of hundreds of humans can be heard laughing and splashing. Like so many seagulls busy soaking up the sun. Continue reading The Beach →