July 14, 2010 § Leave a comment
Margaret and I walked across the sandbar that connects Great Chebeague and Little Chebeague islands, just at twilight yesterday. The fog had been thick all day. There was no one else around. There was an intense feeling of being in the north . . . the isolation, the cold, the fierce beauty, the silence. Margaret said it felt like a Bergman film. Someone had made these arrows in the sand.