We spent a week on Cape Cod. A much needed week in which I did little more than stare hypnotically at whatever happened to cross my path, such as the ocean, Aimee Bender's "The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake," or these scenes that I managed to capture on film. I also put together a number of beach almond butter sandwiches coated with strawberry jam alongside a mound of fruit. Mostly I walked around in a beach drenched haze, with salt and sun rubbed into my eyes and skin. This is what I miss. The waves cutting into the sky, curled into stillness. That's what vacation is supposed to be but rarely is. A whole week of gritty sandwiches, sandcastles, and sunsets. You know what, I'm not quite over it but hope to be soon because I have some pickles to tell you about.