The Magic Of The Sea

  a play of shadows

Halibut Point is a state park in Rockport, MA. Giant slabs of granite jut into the ocean, surrounded by thick and thorny bayberry, greenbriar, and shadbush. No need to emphasize the major inspiration factor this represents for me. Its beauty is breathtaking, and it is there that I often go to refill. The other night, my friends (Magali and Thibaud—here for the summer from France) and I went for a picnic to catch the spectacular sunset. 

It was a mini celebration of sort: I finished the revisions on MIST (YAY!), and my manuscript has left the confines of my laptop and started venturing into the world and into the hands of unknown readers (GAH!).

What better place than Halibut Point to scatter my wishes into the waiting arms of the ocean?  "Let go, let go," the waves said as they crashed against the rocks as thoughts of my book flooded my mind.
"Let go, let go," bristled the heath kissed by the incandescent light of the vanishing sun.

And so I did, and reveled in the company of my friends and the magic of the sea.

What about you? Do you have a special place where you love to go?