Chilmark greeted yet another year with dignity and grace. There were some tasteful fireworks shot off sufficiently before midnight for the early birds among us to enjoy. Chilmark has evidence of the changing years in that she sports many more shingles and paved roads each year, but after some 300 years she still seems rural and unsophisticated. The sound of the dredge working in the channel was the only sound over the wind that I could note this weekend past. All other endeavors in town seem to be at rest. There is still no snow for us to deal with yet.
Chilmark is enjoying a warm and sunny day in November, so peaceful and at rest, on this fierce Tuesday that threatens to change all our lives. How have we come to this? I sort of expect Chilmark to be like this on many more November days and that thought will get me through the real pain of this day.