Snow blocks the entrance to the fish shack; lobster pots are relegated to sit in wintery piles on the pier and an icy coating holds the jetties in their frozen posture against the harsh northwesterly wind. Lane’s cove is a place of much noted summertime beauty. But the summertime beauty gives way to the contrasting elegance of the winter cove. The winter cove has a striking visual beauty contained in the accompanying photographs but it also has an unspoken inspirational beauty that provides the endurance not only to make it through a harsh, costal New England winter but to thrive. There’s a part of me that’s looking forward to red summer sunsets, kayaking on the calm sea and hearing the neighborhood children diving and swimming in the cove. But when sitting by the warm wood fire with the winter cove as a background, I’m happy to let the summer take its time returning.
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Beautifully said, Ralph. You and the Shack made make me dislike winter a little less.