We thought the day was going to be a washout.
Not only did the sun come up, we ended the day with a beautiful moonrise, too.
The new outlook reminded Hunna of a poem by Robert Frost: Dust of Snow.
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Our view out the ocean-facing unit.
Boo on the beach:
Selfie!
At Clam Bar, getting supper:
Montauk Pearl oysters:
Delishy lobster rolls:
More beach:
Rose. It’s OK:
Magic hour!
The round lights:
Beautiful moonrise:
