Magic.

My sister took these pics. She can. Her children are grown-up and she has a life, again. These are places that the characters in my books might go, too.

These are winter scenes at Point Judith, in RI.  I don't know about you, but when I look at these, I can feel the chill wind in my hair, smell the salt and hear the swish-hiss-sizzle of the waves on the rocks. I can hear the gulls scree-ing overhead. My cheeks feel cold from the winter air, my sneakered feet sink in the sand and I feel utterly at peace. The world is a magical place.
Enjoy.