Sunday morning Daniel went off to the bakery to get bagels and cream cheese and such, and I got dressed and skimmed through some pictures from the Internet. One caught my attention: Porch Series, Provincetown by Joel Meyerowitz. It was the atmosphere of the scene, I think. A mild fog, an open gate on an empty porch—I wondered what that air would feel like on my skin. And what sort of quiet would surround me, and maybe the gate would make some sound as I swung it closed or open, and was there anyone around on the beach down there or just that small, beached boat?