i love taking walks. but when i take walks with my father, it's as if time stops. we walk slowly, hand-in-hand, breathing in the salty air, looking at the boats left to rest in the harbor's mist. i've always loved my father's perspective on life. these walks remind me to breathe slowly, to reach out for life's simple pleasures that are abundant and everywhere. they remind me of where i've come from. thank you, dad, for letting me walk with you. and in a moody evening in martha's vineyard, where our cheeks were rosy from the sea, i thank you even more.