The Inertia

Springtime in the northeast is a welcome change of color, warmth and the feeling of new. The bones thaw out from the frigid winter, and while the water is still cold and hoods become optional, nothing beats the first warm rays on the face. The days are a little longer and the lingering cranky attitudes are broken apart. Spring is a local’s season. The tourists haven’t shown, the beaches are still a little empty and windswell reigns supreme. This past winter was the coldest I can ever remember and, for the first time in a long time, I’m grateful for the seasons’ change to warmer days.

See more of Brian’s work at


Only the best. We promise.


Join our community of contributors.