A weekend, twitpic-ed.

It was one of the last weekends in Nanny City (aka Wainscott) pre-summer season. Traffic was bearable, getting to King Kullen wasn’t any trouble at all, and the beach was empty.

So much is shifting right now. (Mostly for the better.) I’m in the middle of a season of change and there is just more, more, more coming. Crashing. You know, like waves. (Get it?)

But on this manic Monday morning I’m holding on to the moments I had on the beach this weekend. Rolled up jeans and long sleeves, bare feet, a 14-month-old padding along next to me, and all the quiet. And when the world moves too fast it’s nice to take some time (even 10 minutes) to breath in the quiet.