“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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