For a while in the mid-afternoon, it looked like we might have a thunderstorm: tall cumulus clouds loomed ominously in the west. But then the clouds dissipated, the wind shifted idly towards the northeast, and the temperature dropped. As I walked along Route 6 across Pope’s Island, limpid sunlight fell on the boats moored at the marina south of me. It seemed as though I could see every detail of every boat, and each blade of grass, and each bit of dirty flotsam bobbing in the harbor waters. Yet I could not see with complete clarity; the moisture in the air softened edges and slightly blurred the details into a more harmonious whole. The light along the New England coast in June is like no other light I’ve ever seen: the angle of the sun, the moisture in the air, the changes in the weather all combine to make the light soft and always changing.