the nearest supermarket was on the outskirts of penzance .
it was busy and noisy . this was a beginning (as paige would have it ) of the new economy , a different fiscal regime . i chose cut- price jam and chicken breasts , and the least expensive butter , and every store-branch that i could bear to buy .
i drovee away slight nauseated . the wind had dropped , and warmth from the sun had crept into the still air . the sea had turned into a blue , gentle wash . it was a beautiful fay and , out at sea , boats of all sizes were scudding across the water .
when i got back , eve had taken the boys down to the beach , and i could hear their shouts and cries . i unpacked slowly and awardly , stowing the cut - price- jams , fish fingers , broccoli , and carrots , unable to shake off an overpowering , almost frightening , feeling that nathjan was in the cottage .
in the end , i snatched up my jacket and went outside . the coastal path passed directly in front of the cottage , and i headed toward the point . after a while , i increased my pace until i was almost running , my feet bouncing over the turf and stones parent turquoise . the seabirls wheeled and dived to the rocks , as i rounded a coner to the point , the wind hit me and i slithered to a halt .
i smelled sea and turf and the freshness of the air . i faced the bay , where water , rock , and vegetation shimmered , a mysterious and beautiful trinity . i knew that nathan had been up there . maybe he had stood exactly where i was now and my feet were planted in the ghostly imprint of his .
i stood and listened to the unfamiliar , wild music made by the wind and the waves . its chords beat in my ears and unwillingly suspiciously , then with relief , i gave myself up to it .
it was busy and noisy . this was a beginning (as paige would have it ) of the new economy , a different fiscal regime . i chose cut- price jam and chicken breasts , and the least expensive butter , and every store-branch that i could bear to buy .
i drovee away slight nauseated . the wind had dropped , and warmth from the sun had crept into the still air . the sea had turned into a blue , gentle wash . it was a beautiful fay and , out at sea , boats of all sizes were scudding across the water .
when i got back , eve had taken the boys down to the beach , and i could hear their shouts and cries . i unpacked slowly and awardly , stowing the cut - price- jams , fish fingers , broccoli , and carrots , unable to shake off an overpowering , almost frightening , feeling that nathjan was in the cottage .
in the end , i snatched up my jacket and went outside . the coastal path passed directly in front of the cottage , and i headed toward the point . after a while , i increased my pace until i was almost running , my feet bouncing over the turf and stones parent turquoise . the seabirls wheeled and dived to the rocks , as i rounded a coner to the point , the wind hit me and i slithered to a halt .
i smelled sea and turf and the freshness of the air . i faced the bay , where water , rock , and vegetation shimmered , a mysterious and beautiful trinity . i knew that nathan had been up there . maybe he had stood exactly where i was now and my feet were planted in the ghostly imprint of his .
i stood and listened to the unfamiliar , wild music made by the wind and the waves . its chords beat in my ears and unwillingly suspiciously , then with relief , i gave myself up to it .
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