…or just the beginning. A dock line leads straight into the setting sun on Harbour Island in Narragansett, RI.

I did The NY Times mini crossword puzzle today, the first time since my dad passed earlier this year. He and I would do it each day, and then he’d call me or me him to discuss why one of us failed it. Being in his 90s, he often struggled with pop culture-type answers, and I would botch up answers on more serious topics. I miss those moments where the excuses would fly. 🙂

A setting sun burns a hole through a tree just above a gathering of Brown-eyed Susans. I mentioned to Donna as we walked the grounds of Hunt’s Mill today that this place will bring me back to EP for repeated visits, long after our imminent move to North Kingstown. Walking trails, a waterfall, and – what else do you need?
