HOL: Let's just talk about the view.

One night in late July, 

I picked Lisa up at the train in New Haven,

and drove us up to the place where our friendship grew its legs.

We talked ourselves to sleep tucked in the bed of our little Rockport inn,

knowing it was full of charm, 

but who could have prepared us for this view when we awoke?

[Excuse me while I wake up in the Atlantic Ocean...]

Of course, one of us awoke well before the other,

that one being me. 

And so I hightailed it to the deck just off the side, 

and spent some time with this:

When Lisa emerged she found me hence,

as happy as could be.

We left eventually, to wander the coastline,

to see more of the view.

We spent some time in Gloucester,

quaint but industrial,

home to the working fishermen.

We wandered down to Manchester by the Sea,

more leisurely shops and pleasure boats at hand.

We talked and talked,

because that's what we do.

Then we wound our way back to Rockport,

to wander the town, to snag the best parking spot,

 and take advantage

of a backdrop.

We also spent a good long time photographing the most photographed/painted building in the world. 

Seriously, google "Motif No. 1", see what you see.

You'll probably see this:

 We also visited with this sea-gull,

who happily drank out of his rowboat,

 and just generally cracked me up.

Ultimately, we couldn't resist the best view of all, 

 and returned ourselves

to home.

We got out the wine,

and our cozy clothes,

 wrapped ourselves in blankets

and proceeded to talk

until the starry night put us straight to sleep.