Fans on. Windows shut. Screens dripping with humidity. Ocean invisible. It’s one of those classic Montauk foggy mornings — so soggy that the only way I can describe it is “floggy.”
A day to stay inside, a day to write, a day to shut the door to the room of my own, a day to re-connect to myself.
It’s been a wild ride since early May … and this writer needs to start writing again.