The air is fresh and fragrant, the hedges tall and protective, and the beach beckons, only about a mile up Beach Lane in Westhampton Beach. On the private side of all the greenery are old, and new, shingle style houses, of the rambling variety. A familiar summer morning sound is the commercial lawn mowers and edge-trimmers keeping the foliage pristine, the flowers blooming, and the driveways clear.
After awhile, the vista opens up, with marshy tall grasses on the right and houses facing the inland waterway on the left.
A convenient bench allows for a break to watch the dreamy view of the bay across the reeds, interrupted by a tall pole in the distance with an eagle's nest atop it. Beach Lane is only one of many magical places to quiet one's thoughts and simply enjoy the beauty of Westhampton Beach.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
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