Yesterday, I went for a long drive. Well, as long a drive as one can have these days in Rhode Island, which is only 30 miles x 60 miles. Yes, the entire state. Right now, if you cross the border into Massachusetts or Connecticut, both of which are about ten minutes from my house, you are required to quarantine for 14 days. There are officials at the RI borders – airports, highways, train stations – taking license plate numbers, names, and phone numbers, so they can track your compliance.
I get it.
We’re this tiny place between two hot spots: Boston and New York City. Can’t be too careful.
But I needed to see the water. So I drove to Galilee. I stayed in my car except to take these shots.
With white-tipped peaks and churning waves, wind blasting and sunlight blinding, even from the car window, Nature made its point. You’re small. I’m big.
Some days that thought would intimidate me, but yesterday, it comforted. So did my car.
Enjoy this (not-so-ironic-anymore) tribute to the vehicle.
–KLB