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There are places in this world that make you question if you’re still on Earth. Places so surreal and sublime that even silence sounds different. Yesterday, Sadie and I walked through one.   We’ve been to Cape Cod more times than I can count—every summer since we started dating, in fact—but this year something’s shifted. It’s become a ritual, almost sacred. A reset button we slam weekly. Like pilgrims, we keep going back. And yesterday, that pilgrimage took us into the Province Lands Dunes.   Now, the dunes of Provincetown aren’t the kind of sand dunes you might stumble across near a tourist beach with some drifting umbrellas and a volleyball net half-swallowed by wind. No, these are something else entirely. These dunes are alive. They rise and fall like sleeping giants, vast and hushed, covered in undulating ripples that look like water frozen mid-motion. The place feels like a forgotten kingdom—beautiful, desolate, wild.   We parked in Provincetown and found our way to the trailhead just past Snail Road. There was a light offshore breeze and the early sun was still low enough to cast shadows like brushstrokes along the cresting sand. No sound but our own footsteps—soft, sinking, the crunch and hiss of fine grains beneath our shoes.   Right away, the trail led us into another realm. The trees disappeared. The sky expanded. Around us: a sea of gold and bone-white sand, framed by the occasional stubborn shrub or a wind-warped pitch pine looking like something pulled from a Tim Burton storyboard.   Each dune was a sculpture. Some the size of houses. Others like gentle hills you could lie down on and disappear. The landscape played tricks on your depth perception—what looked like a short climb was often a calf-burning ascent. But the view from the top? Utter silence and sky.   And then…the light. My God. The light in those dunes is different—pure, unobstructed, bathing everything in a sort of cinematic haze. You start to wonder if you’re in a Terrence Malick film, or if maybe the sky has opened up and you’re in some pocket dimension that forgot the rules of nature.   We walked slowly, reverently, as if we might spook the dunes if we moved too quickly. Sadie, ever the explorer, wandered ahead barefoot, leaving a line of delicate footprints that the wind immediately began to erase. She looked back at me with that mischievous smirk of hers—the one that says I could live here forever—and I believed her. Honestly, so could I.   There are a few old dune shacks scattered through the area, weathered and half-buried in sand, remnants of artists and loners who came out here to vanish. They’re barely visible unless you know where to look—just enough to remind you that some people really did trade the world for this lunar isolation. I can’t say I blame them.   At one point, we stopped and lay down at the crest of a dune, just beneath the sun. No talking. Just listening to the nothing. The sand was warm beneath our backs, and the wind whispered across the top of the hill like it was telling secrets it didn’t want anyone to hear. The clouds moved in slow, painterly streaks, and the gulls occasionally cried out above like echoes from another life.   We stayed for hours. We lost time.   Eventually we traced our way back toward town, sweat-drenched and sun-drunk, but somehow lighter, like the dunes had shaved off the weight we didn’t know we were carrying. Our calves were on fire. Sand was in everything—our shoes, our hair, probably our souls—but we didn’t care.   It’s hard to describe what it is about those dunes that gets under your skin. Maybe it’s the way they seem to shift as you look at them. Maybe it’s the quiet. Maybe it’s the fact that they make you feel both infinite and microscopic at the same time.   All I know is that as we drove back down Route 6, with the Porsche spitting the occasional stone and Sadie dozing in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash, I kept glancing in the mirror, half-expecting the dunes to follow us home like ghosts.   Maybe they did.

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