Block Island days

Are exactly like today. When I see such a clear , blue sky and the
air has a chill in the air, I think of that place off the coast of Rhode Island that is only 13 miles long, shaped like a pork chop. My sister and her husband are heading up there for the week. I've always tried to figure out what happens to the soul in a place like that. You probably have your place in the world that does it to you : you slow down, you yearn to be out of doors, you can hear your thoughts, and truth clears out the deepest of places in your soul. It's a bit of The Gifts from the Sea and this line from Persuasion:

Chapter 12

Anne and Henrietta, finding themselves the earliest of the party the next morning, agreed to stroll down to the sea before breakfast. They went to the sands, to watch the flowing of the tide, which a fine south- easterly breeze was bringing in with all the grandeur which so flat a shore admitted. They praised the morning; gloried in the sea; sympathized in the delight of the fresh-feeling breeze - and were silent;

We're heading up to the mountains for the afternoon. That reminds me
of the book I'm reading ( On the Road with the Archangel) :

"They lived in terraced houses with tiled roofs and sweeping views of the mountains that rose all about them like the waves of the tumultuous sea. "