St Michaels, on Maryland’s Easter Shore

July 26, 2017 at 10:20 pm (Local interest (Baltimore-Washington), Maryland)

I rise early.

I go out on the deck, to survey what for a few precious moments seems like my own kingdom.

Meanwhile Ron sleeps peacefully. My own husband and the kindest man I have ever known, or will know. More and more, as the years pass, I’ve learned from him that thoughtfulness and consideration and selflessness are the true hallmarks of deep, real love.

As I write this, he snores away peacefully in the adjoining room. (If he heard me say this, he would exclaim, with a grin, “Snore? Me? Never!!) O that I could hear that sound forever! (Perhaps I will.)

In this second marriage for both of us, how lucky we have been.

Back to the deck. A couple strolls by. He turns to me, smiles, and wishes me good morning. I return his greeting. They walk on, seemingly content, despite the heat.

I long to see the ducks and rabbits that frequent this place. In the course of the morning, I see both, albeit fleetingly. And of course, numerous squirrels.

The heat is rising. The water glitters. The sun is blazing; the sky is white with heat.

I can sum up in a word why we come here and what we find each time we do: peace.