This week, just as predicted, the summer has decided to be over. The air is drier and cooler, and the light is beginning to slant through the trees in that way it does in the autumn. The leaves are beginning to turn brown and fall from their branches. Like clockwork.
So we went to Maryland. It was the first trip weekend trip we'd taken - just the two of us - since we went to Cape May what seems like a million years ago. We needed it. We needed a place in the middle of nowhere to open the window, shake out the heavy, dirtied things and let them soak in the sun.
The first thing we did was sleep. There's not much to do in Rock Hall, actually. So sleeping was a perfectly acceptable activity.
Then we ate.
Eating is probably the best activity to do in Rock Hall. We ate at the one place on the bay that sells bushels of crabs and ate them. Garlic crabs weren't what we wanted, but we ate them just the same. We were in bed by ten.
The bed and breakfast was wonderful. It was so wonderful that I'm not actually going to share it with you, here. I want to keep it my little secret for awhile. The innkeepers were warm and hospitable and the breakfast was hot and plentiful.There were dogs on the property. Four of them, all dying to wander around the property with you and be pet and begging to play fetch. Somehow this made the inn feel like home.
I want to go back there and write. In the off season when it's cheap and there will be no one around, maybe it would be better. Although having Husband there was so comforting. Doing nothing him was so refreshing. As opposed to the always going we usually do. We laid by the pool and drank beer, then we kayaked and when we were tired of that we ate some more.
Crab, in case you were wondering.
We ate our weight in crab. We are expert pickers now.
We'll go back. Husband says he wants to try somewhere different but I think I found my spot. A retreat where I can think. Plenty of noise but the organic, ocean variety. Reed crickets and seagulls and ducks and fish flopping in the water and boats chugging across the waves. That is silence enough for me.
Plenty of fresh air.
Sometimes all it takes is opening the window to find the change of air you've been looking for.