



After our walk it was back to the condo where I wrote and Atticus napped. Around 4:30 he broke me from my trance with a nose to the leg, letting me know it was time for our walk. We drove to Herring Cove and took in the sunset, although just before the sun sank into the water it was obscured by an off shore storm. Nevertheless we weren't disappointed as the sun cast its rays on the remaining clouds and gave us quite a show. It was a good 90 minute walk made easier by the receding tide and heart lifting by Beethoven's Ninth rising up out of my iPod. It's hard not to feel the miraculous walking on the beach with Atticus, watching the sun set and listening to the symphony Beethoven miraculously created when he was deaf.
I don't imagine we'll have any sun tomorrow as snow is predicted to start around 2:00 a.m. and last through the morning. It will then turn to rain. At least it will be a good writing day.
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