The gulls are larger here and clearly well-fed in this West Hampton playground for birds and other living things.
The crazy heat wave has come and gone. It's hot, but the late July sun is tempered, blending with the seaweed-scented ocean breeze.
The waves roll and crash like a tympanic orchestra, a hollow sound-chaser gust that provides the soundtrack to the beach.
We eat apples with peanut butter and chocolate-chip cookies, sipping cool water as the gulls circle, hoping for an unattended scrap or two.
It's a perfect beach day, embracing life within the sands of time, a postcard from Long Island.
Sounds like the beach is the place to be. You should try East Hampton beaches too. A lot of them are private though.
Posted by: Rizzo | July 27, 2011 at 08:02 AM