This morning was a gift. As is the norm on most holidays, we lingered in bed a little longer than usual. Then we picked up coffee and bagels and went to sit on the bench at Main Beach just enjoying what is a beautiful morning. The sun was bright and the water, with perfectly forming swells which sent long foamy fingers up over the ridge to feed a little lake forming from the incoming tide, was a brilliant blue highlighted by the morning light which lit it with a thousand sparkling points. It was stunning.
It is easy to take such beauty for granted when you have lived your entiire life in a place like East Hampton, but on a morning like this one it was as if God was saying "Look! Open your eyes! This is really something to see!" I surely got the message today.
What a lucky place to be. I am forever grateful to my ancestors for making the arduous trip from Connecticut back in the late 1700s and eventually finding their way here to the very east end. And then for investing themselves in this community to help mold it and form it into this place.
It was a gift. And it keeps on giving.
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