Flow State

There are fewer things more beautiful to me than the beach in winter. Maybe its my New England heritage, but there is something romantic about cold overcast days and steel-grey water. Shells, driftwood, even the mangled fish carcasses, harassed by seagulls, have a place here before the glittering ripples of the Long Island Sound. ConnecticutContinue reading “Flow State”

Defrost? Maybe not

The 4:30 alarm is terrifying. I did what I could to soften its power. The piercing tones have been replaced by Edvard Greig’s “Morning”, and the volume is as low as I can get it. Still, soothing oboe or not, the first notes assault my eardrums and I throw back the covers, dismount from theContinue reading “Defrost? Maybe not”