This afternoon I went out for a walk along Ponquogue Beach. A chill wind was blowing in from the east in what could be the last of this winter's storms. And it reminded me of this long running dispute between me and Marissa, one of those half-serious arguments that spans half our marriage. She says a nor'easter is one of those storms that sweeps up the coast, originating in the Caribbean, and I say it's one of those that slams into us from the north Atlantic, the winds rising from the north east.
And of course, as with most such long running marital spats, we're both correct. That's the very nature of the cyclonic effect of life. Like any good marriage, it's two vectors coming together as part of the same storm, coming and going, the winds redoubled in size.
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