"Blues" off of boyfriend's favorite fishing spot on the Upper Cape have been abundant this year. Silvery skin which glistens with the sun's rays and bright, bold yellow eyes encourage and dare fishermen to try to catch them, as the stubborn fish fight along way until brought to shore. Once released, when we'd look up to see the them leave, like magicians the "blues" would be gone as if they'd learned their lesson for the day and dove into the depths to allude other predators.
A dirt road pounded by the brutal ice, snow and brief spring rain showers brought us to a hidden beach my boyfriend had been to over the years. His voice lifted to reveal what his eyes had foreseen ahead: "Oh, no. Look at the cars!" I, unfamiliar with the spot, hadn't been surprised and told him its Memorial Day weekend and asked why the shock?
He told me that for years the oasis had been without visitors. That day, my man began to understand that the beaches he had asserted should be accessible to everyone included those he believed had been his own private sanctuary. With 20 knot wind gusts however, the only intruders enjoying the secret treasure were resilient windsurfers--an exception being one bewildered, wet-suit-wearing attempter whose sail had collapsed in the white-capped, 56 degree sea.
Boston's weather may have hovered around 80 degrees, but the ever-present wind on the Cape that day made stalwart visitors cover themselves in layers as they shivered in their beach chairs. The air temperature, on the Upper Cape stayed a cool 62 degrees, not including the wind chill. It didn't prevent, nevertheless, one college-aged "polar bear" from plunging into the water in his swim trunks. His eyes displayed complete delight.
More impressions to come. . .
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Copyright 2015 Wendy Shreve
Look for the third book in my SHADOWWATER series this Fall. For more information about my novels, go to www.shadowwater.net
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