There is a view from the window in the turquoise attic. It is filled with the beach, lapping ocean waves, softness and a dog on a roof.
A span of highway leads from one place to another while a concrete wall holds back the ocean.
Today there is a gathering of people in old-fashioned bathing suits shivering in an icy wind.
I always feel it is my own private view. It always gives me peace to be beside my window. Even though, sometimes I dream of a scrubby cedar glade.
The ocean mist and fog roll in some mornings before the hot sun burns it away.
In the distance is an outline of the island...Martha's Vineyard swarming with the wealthy.
And closer, below is Cliff Walk, covered in beautiful pink roses... a meandering seaside path leading to opulence.
