We are back in Wellfleet for the next few days, having driven up here after work yesterday. We arrived at about one a.m., under a startlingly brilliant full moon, with an icy wind shaking the pines and bare oaks.
There are several things to comment on — including a tendentious defense of Islam, by Vartan Gregorian, that I’ve just read, and a provocative post over at Kevin Kim’s about parallel worlds — but for now the memsahib and I have a full schedule of unwinding and getting re-acquainted.
The Outer Cape in December isn’t everybody’s cup of tea — it’s cold and windy, the beaches and ponds are deserted, most of the businesses are closed for the season, and there aren’t many people around — but for those who don’t mind a little isolation, it is a place of deeply restorative peace, and singular natural beauty.
Speaking of Wellfleet, I’ve just run across an online collection of old photos of our little village. Have a look here.