Silk
It is 8am Sunday morning; an ocean haze is hanging over the ground outside of the window of the room we are in. Late yesterday when we got into the hotel after the wedding the surroundings of the room were not visible. But this morning the quiet of early morning mist is tantalizing my barely opened eyes with a muted view of the ocean; even in the misty aqua blue air it is spectacular. The peace of early morning is quietly punctuated by the rhythmic muffled crash of the waves on the beach below our balcony. Other than the waves breaking on the beach the only other noise outside is the quiet chat of morning walkers enjoying the solitude of the surf before the onslaught of beach goers. Our floor to ceiling window accesses our own private terrace outside our room. It is a divinely peaceful morning on the beach in Cape May New Jersey. We are here because of a family wedding last night. Weddings are romantic for the newlyweds whose wedding it is, but also they are romantic for those who are there and in love and who walked the walk and spoke the vows years earlier. That is us.