Simone said, “Mom, Is it okay if I head up to the globe to do some reading?”
Hope said, “What a great idea Simone. I’ll grab a book and join you.”
My good friend, Hope, is visiting from Maryland for the week.
A bit later, I climb up to see if they need anything. The view is such a rush.
She smooths a towel and first unpacks a bottle of bubbly water and little paper cups, then she places a few slices of bread in a circle, adding a chunk of cheddar to the center of each.
The three of us enjoy her picnic while taking in the view. It feels cinematic on this cloudless day. There is something to notice anywhere we look.
A fireboat is spewing a practice fountain in the middle of the Sound.
The shipping port is heavy with goods. Forklifts are bustling about with their wobbly loads, stacking containers. Quite a few are four high.
A regatta is happening, and we watch as the colorful bulging spinnakers switch sides when the sailboats tack.
Two ferries cross paths.
