A few more weeks of heat and we will be into autumn, my friends. While much of the United States has baked in a hell of its own making, in Maine we’ve mostly gone about our days under gray and rainy skies. I’m tired of the whir of fans and blasts of artificial air. So much that is false destroys us and keeps up from hearing ourselves think. Eager to open my windows to the night sounds of loons and the freshness of something new.
The Nature of Maine 