carwreck.com: around Boston harbor...

I can hear the waves washing against the slope of the beach as I lay in bed. The room, which was converted many years ago from half of the garage, is an extra bedroom separated from the rest of the house. We call this room the Captain's Quarters.

A small plane drones by overhead. Even though I can't see them, I know that my grandmother is in the kitchen preparing something for tonight's dinner; my mother is on the beach collecting shells and sea glass; my father is reading a magazine on the living room couch and my grandfather, also in the living room, is hunched over a fifteen-hundred piece jigsaw puzzle; my brother is off exploring the beach.

I lounge in the moment. Everything stands still, nothing moves and yet everything is happening at the same time. Each person is in their assigned place pursuing their own individual tranquility, but it is the combined stillness of the whole house and everything around it which defines my peace.

Wow. Nicely written and encapsulated.

quogue...

the only place I have ever truly been calm and at peace.. Quogue will remain in my memories as my happy place.