The Grasslands

In late winter, on the south tip of Fishers Island, New York, the grasslands adjacent to the airport move in waves of golden brown and the trees fall into silhouette against the bright blue sky and reflected ocean light.

On the north side of this wide open space, you can hear the ocean, but you can’t see it. The sun is warm on your face as the grasses rise to near shoulder height. Though it is cold, and you are in New York state, the view might remind you of an African savanna.

By the time you reach the rocky beach, the wind has shifted, the temperature drops and you are reminded that spring is weeks away. April Fool!