Dreaming of Block Island

This week, I am writing a story set in the off off season of a favorite place, Block Island. For “research” I am enjoying looking at pictures online of the beaches swept in snow. Mid or end pandemic, I am dreaming of escape, of beaches, sunny or snowy, looking out at the sea and dreaming of the past, what’s below that could come out in the surf, what treasures can be found amidst broken shells and battered stones.