Playing to the tide…

It’s a chilly, rainy April Fool’s Day eve and so I find myself thinking about warmer climes and times…

We sat there in folding chairs, side-by-side under a colorful umbrella, reading books, drinking cheap white wine, sharing a sandwich, watching our fellow beach people and loving their diversity, talking occasionally, keeping an eye on the dog, but mostly both of us just gazing out over Sandy Hook Bay. There were a few people swimming, a few more people in kayaks, a lot of people on sailboards, and just then music drifted across the water from a clam shack-cum-outdoor bar in the town of Highlands. And this is the song we heard on that lovely summer’s day (and which I heard in my head tonight):