The fuschia and lavender facades of the Victorian B & Bs stare out across Beach Avenue, porches salt grizzled and blown with snow. From my window, nothing but cloud-packed sky and empty avenues. Even the seagulls hang in the sky as if painted. The whole town holds itself, like Hokusai’s wave, in frozen anticipation.
My pen
on the table
full of ink
on the table
full of ink
by Deidra Lyngard
Flourtown, Pennsylvania
Flourtown, Pennsylvania
1 comment:
A wonderful picture. I've not been in Cape May in the winter, but having seen it in the summer I can imagine how it looks.
Adelaide
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