Leaving

When you're plugged into the blogosphere, there is no real getting away any more. But as we leave the Cape at dawn today (and yes, that picture above is dawn from my window, not dusk), I'll have my usual spell of melancholy. Thoreau understood what this place means, and it's wonderful to feel that Atlantic founder keeping us Cape-lovers in good company across the centuries. My head is too full of politics to write anything fitting for our annual trek back home to DC. So I'll just link to a post I wrote last year about Provincetown, the first place the Pilgrims encountered America. It's called "Always."

It expresses my passion and awe for this God-drenched coil of sand in the ocean.