⪧ We left our life in New York City to make a new one in Provence ⪦
April 26, 2014
The dreary days in Provincetown are sublime too. Walks in the bay across from John's house and to the Beech forest, where the magical chickadees fly and land on hands extended with offerings. Buds sprouting everywhere. Dark, dormant water. Spring on the verge, but not quite yet.