Becket, Massachusetts is a quiet place. I went for a 6 mile run on Saturday morning and saw one car, maybe two; flies, butterflies, caterpillars; no bears, thank goodness.
The house is larger than last year’s, for which I’m grateful, since we had 17 members of my family here this past weekend, and we needed more than two bathrooms.
And then they left and all is silent.
…except for one beautiful baby, by way of Israel — my cousin’s — who I actually think is cuter than 75% of animals I’ve met, which is saying something.
I return to the din of the city tomorrow, pack in a few days of the things I’ve been meaning to do all summer but haven’t had the time to do, pack up, and head back north on Saturday.
I want to say that summer is over… but I’m going to Iceland in a few weeks… so I shall call this flurry of activity a hiatus, and then I’ll get my money’s worth out of my wide-angle (CAN’T WAIT SO EXCITED eeeeee).