stopping by fat cats bakery after closing and buying the day-old bagels and cheddar buns for a dollar each ; sitting out on the piers and watching the gulls shriek and circle overhead ; long runs up by the farms when the dew glistens off every blade of grass as though they 're encased in glass ; the constant rhythm of the oceans , beating under portland like a heartbeat ; the narrow cobblestone streets of the old harbor , shops crowded with bright , pretty clothes i could never afford .