What began as a sleepy and lazy Sunday, after a night of sleeping so lightly that every sound, movement and light woke me up; ended with a quick stroll on east beach on Marrowstone Island in the fading light of a chilly autumn afternoon. As a friend said, it was where so much of my courtship with Phil happened and it still holds such a special and deep spot in my soul. The wind kept me cold and bundled but the air was so fresh and crisp that I felt like I was breathing pure energy. Amazing how just even the tiniest bit of time at the beach revitalizes me and I actually was able to finish a job that had been on my to do list for more than a week.