By this time next week, I will hear the once again familiar sounds of robins cheerily chirping along with the hum of large delivery trucks headed for the interstate.
Gone from my life will be the shrill calls of angry seagulls and the constant drone of foghorns coming from the direction of a nearby harbor.
I can feel the closing of this chapter in my life. The door towards Newport, RI is not so much slamming shut but, it is firmly closing...and the proverbial deadbolt is sliding home.
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