Back At The End

Some day, later on in my life, I will come back to Montauk in September, alone, or with someone/people I love.  I will eat sushi at West Lake Clam and Chowder House and watch the fishermen gut their catch on the wooden table next to me.  I will wear my blue Montauk dress.  I will swim in the ocean late at night, when the sharks come close to shore.   I will pay the twenty dollars to swim in the salt pools at Guerney’s Inn.  I will read and I will let it be quiet.  Silence is a gift.  I will never again take it for granted.

Reasons I am happy to be here:

cable television

the ocean

Reasons I am not:

The fat, semiretarded cat I found licking itself on my bed last night when I checked in

bugs

my boss living next door

No internet in my room

3 Responses to “Back At The End”

  1. Paul's avatar Paul Says:

    Playmate for Slash? Bag that kitty! I’ll adopt.

  2. Marisa's avatar Marisa Says:

    that kitty sounds like my worst nightmare! so you are living in a hotel now? do you respond to comments on your blog?

    • itinerantdaughter's avatar itinerantdaughter Says:

      I do respond, yes. Most of the time…it would be a stretch to say I’m LIVING in a hotel, because we’re leaving tomorrow, but I’m in a hotel now, yes. It’s actually pretty lovely. I’m looking at the ocean right now…getting rougher by the minute!

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