the vacation that ended a long time ago (maine 2011)

Maine has floated to the top of my brain along with the other beautiful places---Switzerland, Scotland, Tennessee. Tonight, it is happily crashing its waves against the feet of the Smokies. Its lobster boats are finding their way to Interlaken lake, and bouncing on the North Sea. I watch the memories of Maine merge with other beautiful memories, and smile that they live when they sink back into to our thoughts.


Cadillac Mountain is the highest point on the East Coast, and we coil up it each year at sunset. Our eyes start to speckle with black dots from watching the hot pinks sheath the islands.


The soul quieting was good.


We came down the mountain and drove home, but I find it amazing how one name can still conjure up such a thick, piney smell. The conifers and the sea air. Maine.