A day much like today, when my mom first got here and I took her to the pier. The wind was gusty and brisk, and it was bracing and beautiful, all gray and green and salty spray, sea gulls cawing and swooping down for spare chips. I love the pier. I love being out there, over the waves lapping in on the rocky shore. Although I don’t love the crowds that congregate, don’t get me wrong. We ordered hot dogs from one of the vendors and watched the sea. That was the last day during mom’s visit where the weather was even slightly disagreeable, and it was heat and sun from then on out. But personally I like the pier, and Brighton too, that way, sometimes.