Twice a day, once at around sunrise and once around sunset, the tide goes out on the Brewster flats and this happens. People walk out to explore the sandy banks, collecting razor clams and shells and the smoothest tumbled stones and other treasures from the sea. For a few hours, oyster farms are exposed. You can see buoys and lobster pots and mermaid’s purses and stray horseshoe crabs that missed the tide. Robbie spent summers out on these flats with his brother and sisters and I love (LOVE!!) that our boys get to do the same.
The Brewster flats are on the doorstep of the beach house so every day at low tide the boys went out to adventure and at high tide we had our own private beach.
Our last day was dark and rainy. I watched this paddle boarder walk in over the flats for a half mile with his board under his arm. It was just him and the ocean. It was mesmerizing to watch him get closer and closer to the shoreline. I felt like a bit of a creeper taking photos of him from the balcony but the colors of the water against the sky and then him and his board emerging from the vast blue-green landscape was beautiful to me. I get emotional like that.