July 30th, 2014

Perhaps this is when the magic came back. This trip. Things are frightening again in only the 
way that magic can be. She said as she drove through the dark. The moon hung low over the
horizon (the moon was always hanging low on this vacation) which looked like mountains (but
we are by the sea and it is mostly flat here). It was thin and red, a sharp hook that made Caitlin
shiver, and yes, it was strange to see the white light muted by rust and so small. In Chatham there
was music in the park and all the children were friendly to each other. Two boys stopped a couple pushing a stroller to bend their 8 year old heads down to the baby boy and coo and giggle. The
baby reached for their little boy beach hair and they laughed in delight. A family walked by and a lone wail from a child of about 5 rose. My icecream! My icecream! His mother turned and said simply you ate most of it. Now a bird will have the rest and the child stopped crying and quietly considered this as he trailed after his family. Earlier, while we walked through Provincetown a very old man dressed as a pilgrim walked up to us and said "All is well because you three are here". Caitlin believes I was fighting demons in my sleep when I stirred and gasped and wimpered, and always
in the morning, the birds, I swear, were speaking French.