I don’t know exactly when or how I heard about Nantucket but until I’ve walked along the island’s shores, I am destined to continue my romantic notions about it. Unlike other beaches where I can’t wait to relax under the tropical sunshine or frolic about in the surf, my thoughts of Nantucket are very different. I imagine the coastal air is crisp, a gentle breeze moving through my hair and I can feel the salty mist melt upon my face. I’m meandering along the shoreline wearing my favorite worn-in jeans rolled up, and a thick cozy cotton sweater (turtleneck?). My feet are bare as I nudge the sand aside with each step I take, pausing every now and then to look back and gaze upon the path my footprints have made. I notice something glimmering in the cool sand and stoop down to admire a stone rubbed smooth by its time in the sea. Simple moments, simple pleasures…
entrance to nantucket harbor from brant point
