Lunch Break Bliss

It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve been living in New York on a somewhat more permanent basis. As my pull towards the beach and oceanfront cannot be denied, I have found a place to sit and reflect in the same way I do in Narragansett. The beach sands are much coarser here and the rocks are covered by new shades of seaweed. The kelp, uprooted and relocated to the beach, also follows suit.

It’s rainy today but I will not let the droplets coming in my opened car window bother me. The breeze off the water consoles the gloom in the gray skies above. Despite the rain, quite a few boats are being launched from the nearby ramp. Although this bay town may not have the reputation to rely on commercial fishing for livelihood, I see many fishermen everyday.

I sigh and tell myself that it’s not the same; not even close. But at least I have this spot unusual as it may seem.

The sounds of the passing commuter trains coupled with the occasional boat whistle and the activity on the bay is quite amusing. Although I hear for horns today, the screeching sounds of the trains breaking trumps the locale. There is a beach across the bay with sands of a different shade, surrounded by enormous mansions reminiscent of Newport and Jamestown. There are many gated communities and driveways that stretch over a quarter mile.

For all of the writing I’ve been doing lately, between the book, proposals, and marketing materials, I have certainly neglected the pen for my own devices. But this place, with the docks, gulls, breeze, and crossing fishing boats, will provide, at least, lunch break bliss.