The Last Sapien | it's shag time Shakes

It's shag time Shakespeare | It was a golden afternoon hour around Mystic lake and you could see them young like the lovers in Shakespeare's plays getting out of their homes and starting to walk outside. The banks of the lake are angled perfectly for the love making where you could dip your feet to cool off the explosion of love, or pull them out and let them dry in the golden sun. In many other days the cold winds just bite your face with chilly gusts, what made this particular afternoon sing the songs of Eros.

As a great believer that nothing should go wrong when the sun is out, this moment in time felt as the perfect moment for amazing things to happen.

It was magical to see all the young couples go out of their homes and follow the trail as if there was a calling that gathered all the screaming libido to circle the lake and make love glow of it in the golden sky and the feathering light wind that like a fresh warm sheet thrown to cover some and reveal enough making it a sacred moment in time.

Cape Ann is forming the upper claw of the lobster like form of Massachusetts. It's imperfect lobster-wise but a true gem circling it's 20 miles of scenic road. Running it is tough, though worth the sweat. The beaches are rocky in most part unless send is brought over, where there is a something of great force seeing these rocks meet the ocean. They look Arcadian to an extent which makes it a short drive from home to be amazed. There are places where the ocean caved in and created small coves that add power to the magnificent.

The ocean is hugging Cape Ann like the land hugs Mystic lake, the cold ocean water cool off the rocks the heat up by the sun, then draw back and hit he rocks again as if it is never going to stop. Then again you hear the songs of Eros suggesting the perfect hiding spots just here where the water touch the stone, making nature what it is - from its creation - wild and beautiful. Its shag time Shakes . . .