Summer’s Gone

I step out of the cottage into the sand. The sky grows light in the east. I can still make out the pale white halo of the Milky Way overhead. Orion has yet to dip below the horizon.

The air is cool. A breeze blows out of the west. It is cool and dry. It feels like fall. And that’s ok.

The Nantucket airport is quiet, its white search light sweeping through a clear blue sky. I check my bag, and settle into my brief commute from this tiny island in the Atlantic, to my office in the sky above New York.

I am calm, cool, and completely collected for the first time, it seems, in months. Another busy week awaits my arrival. But first, I will track the sun rising slowly and steadily above the stillness of Nantucket.

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