“There is something here that frightens me.
When I figure out what it is that frightens me, I shall also know what I love here.”
~ Clarise Lispector
easing
something about foggy mornings
allows one to ease into the day
I walk a little slower
of a barnacle to a ledge
“My attachment to the state is that of a barnacle to a ledge, the pull of the moon to the earth. Maine, because of its singular and profound beauty, is a place of worship without walls. I love it so.”
~ May Davidson
finding myself
in this tiny seaside town
once again
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
~ Pascal Mercier
Cape Porpoise
Maine
mostly foggy
a few days in Maine
“Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea.”
~ Barbara Delinsky, Sweet Salt Air
