Summer Time

One of the joys of living in New York City is its spectacle. Broadway shows, the lights of Times Square, the variety of people, colors and style. It’s exhilarating. But there’s one display you don’t need to be in the city to catch.

Last week I returned to Cape Cod to bid goodbye to the end of summer and on Friday found myself at Mayflower Beach, ranked by Parents Magazine as one of the nation’s top 10 beaches. We arrived a half-hour before curtain just in time for a magic show. Th

Taking in the greatest show on earth (sorry Ringling Brothers) at precisely 7:14 pm, the exact moment the weather app on my smart phone predicted, the curtain went “up”. Or down. Gazing in amazement – even the kids stopped to watch – the pink and orange orb (if you can believe this) actually melted into the horizon. It was as if we were watching time pass, actually seeing it flow by like a lava lamp hourglass. After two minutes of a sustained amazing show, the top of the sun sunk from view. Gone.

But wait, the show wasn’t over. Intermission lasted only seconds. Act II was just beginning out of the eastern sky. We refilled our cups with pomegranate seltzer and spun our chairs around.

With fall “unofficially” beginning after Labor Day and our