There’s something eerie about a summertime place when the weather turns cold. In the summer months, Edgewater is bustling with swimmers and surfers, joggers and sunbathers. Today, it was empty save for a few intrepid beach combers, and a handful of park staff. The volleyball nets and lifeguard chairs are retired. It is quiet and starkly beautiful.
The wind was cold and relentless. Flocks of gulls swooped and dove and hovered over breaking waves. They lined the railings of the pier and perched on the light posts. Chuck and I enjoyed watching them watch us as we crept close to take pictures of them. We walked with their haunting calls always in our ears.
