You open your eyes, and for a second the bed’s not familiar. As you think, ‘Wha…’ you hear a seagull squawk. You remember and your mind flashes ‘I’m in Newport. Yeah, this is Newport.’ You sink back and look out the window.
You’ve returned to a place you love. When time stretches out in a long broad line. Wide open. Unscripted. You’ve been away for awhile. Things stay the same, but things change. Rediscovering what’s still there, excited about what’s new. As if you’d never left.
I’m an early riser, so I dress and walk down past Bannister’s Wharf for coffee. There’s a great place that opens early. A tiny spot with an outdoor deck facing moored yachts. If I’m lucky, I wipe a free Adirondack chair dry. The early risers on the yachts are up, coming for coffee and breakfast. They share stories of where they’re from, where they’ve sailed – the friendly, unguarded conversation of fellow travelers and fellow early risers. This is our time. It’s glorious and the day stretches ahead.
When you return to a place you love, what’s the first thing you do? Is there a place you head as soon as you can? Tell us. We’d like to hear.


South Shore Beach (Little Compton)
10.3.09
Second Beach (Middletown) 10.4.09
Atlantic Beach (Middletown) and Easton’s Beach (Newport) 10.2.09
It’s funny how things get started. You read about something interesting. You reach out, someone reaches back. They’re positive, make some suggestions. You think some more, and there it is. Something that you’ve started.