“The winter sea was a mirror in a cold, half-lighted room; the summer sea is a mirror in a room burning with light. So abundant is the light and so huge the mirror that the whole of a summer day floats reflected in the glass. Colors gather there, sunrise and twilight, cloud shadows and cloud reflexions, the pewter dullness of gathering rain, the blue, burning splendor of space swept free of every cloud. Light transfixes ocean, and some warmth steals in with the light, but the waves that glint in the sun are still a tingling cold.” —Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod (1928)
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