Around the globe, coastlines are dear to many in their most general form, but the Connecticut coastline holds a particular space in what is left of my New England heart.
In the off season — and particularly in this when-will-it-come spring — the Connecticut coastline is desolate and bare, yet it is particularly alluring with its quaint, sandy shores and meandering marshlands.
I’m partial to it, because I’ve embedded so many memories here, but even if you eliminate the breeding of childhood reflections, I think I’d still be drawn to these shores. As I grow older, the spaces before me dwindle and the perspective grows ever so skewed. But whether it’s the nostalgia, the memories of family and fun or simply the salt in the air, I will always come back to the Connecticut coastline.