There is a true tranquility about Cape Cod and other oceanic areas in the winter. It's no surprise that countless writers and artists have and do live here. It's also no surprise that I love it here. Though my art and writing is no published event I can still find inspiration in the quiet ocean shores, the whispering trees, and the nipping air that surround me here.
I guess one would really need a New Englanders point of view to enjoy it, or be from some colder place. I can see how it would be misery if you are accustomed to the bright beaches of Florida. But to me it's a paradise. I've always loved the cold and nature. The trees, stripped of leaves don't look so desolate as beautiful to me; their fine details dark against the bright wintry skies.
I'm staying in a nice little house in the woods, but I've always liked small houses. This would be a great place to come with some close friend, maybe two, and just stay here; take a few months off of life and marvel in the beauty around you. It's almost like the nature is a grandparents house and in the summer time all the grandchildren have come to play and laugh and the house lights up with their happy squeals. And then the children leave and the contented grandparents are left to sit together on the porch and enjoy each others company, and maybe a nice book.
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