Too Little Pink

Diane and I stayed up late watching The Bourne Supremacy, so I wasn’t all that thrilled when my internal sunrise alarm clock began ringing at 6:10. I hit the snooze alarm but woke up every ten minutes until I lurched out of bed at 6:40. I peeked through the drawn curtains to see pink promise, then with the lights out and trying hard not to wake Diane, I dressed myself and, quietly, but still half asleep, walked out onto the balcony.

Sitting next to our room was a middle aged gay guy who launched on me like I was his long lost best friend.”It’s beautiful isn’t it? I couldn’t sleep. We’re here another day and then we go back home. I’m from Pennsylvania.”I was so groggy I could barely babble enough to escape his verbal clutches. What the hell was he doing sitting outside at this hour on a Sunday in ten degree weather? Why was he talking to me? No, don’t tell me. I left him in mid-sentence with some comment about getting closer to the ocean and I walked across the street for my non-telephone wire view of the rising sun. Except where the sun should have been were clouds too thick to fly through. Pink on either side but opaque in the middle.

Optimistically, I hurried back across the parking lot to my car and drove to Adam’s suggested Neddick Nubble which appeared from afar to be the perfect spot. Except the old lighthouse, adorned with Christmas lights, sat proudly right in front of that cloud bank behind which might have been a rising sun.I tried different vantage points but none mattered because I’d missed my best opportunity which occurred twenty-four hours ago.

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Last night we ate dinner at the Village Inn and were served by Shane from Chicago. We were this close to asking him if he were named after the character in the 50’s movie, but the next four grey-haired parties beat us to it.