Whoa, two posts in one day, you say? It's just that I wanted to write down one more thing, a new year's memory. We went to Bainbridge Island yesterday and walked along the water on one of our favorite, quiet stretches. I swear, maybe five or six cars passed us in the span of three hours.
Slate gray water was speckled with seabirds. We threw rocks off the end of a big pier, then sat on the beach and combed through green rocks slick with saltwater, flinty and barnacled, interrupted sometimes by a red jasper or abandoned shell.
Cora napped in her stroller and Brian and I had one of those rare walks that only parents can truly appreciate: it was quiet. Then we heard the wind in the trees and the waves lapping the rocks, and the songs of seabirds and the cries of gulls, and our noses and hands were cold from the damp January air but our bodies were bundled beneath coats and hats. Eventually, like always, we started to dream, and plan, and imagine. It was the best start to the first week of 2010 I could have wished for.
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