Cape Cod Memories

The smells immediately brought me back to being seven years old: The dry pine needles and sandy soil, mixed with the soothing smell of salt water. So did the sound of the back screen door slamming shut; the only sound other that of two young Osprey siblings in their nest behind the cottage. The old outdoor shower and the feeling of walking on the stepping stones from the shower back into the cottage.

The phone call that came this morning is what my minister friend Susan called a “divine” call.

Stressed out, and very in need of a vacation, it couldn’t have come at a better time for me.