how familiar everything is already. how comforting. the first turn of the road when i walk downtown, and i see the bay. every time different. low tide, high tide. the sky. the light. today the sky was grey, but somewhere far, over the water there must have been a crack in the clouds, because the sunlight was pouring through. there was a thin, brilliantly white band, almost blinding, at the far end of the bay. the hills above it were ephemeral, gauzy.

the second turn of the road and i see the town. i was surprised at how good it felt to see it. as though i belonged. as though i've been here forever.