Maine Weather

It’s grey and wet and misty. Water everywhere. I go to sleep to the sound of rain on the deck and wake up to absolute stillness and a view of low clouds over the lake smudging the boundary between the sky and the water. Where has summer gone? No more tennis or runs down the road. It’s cold and damp in the house. My sheets are clammy and the towels never seem to dry. I’m wearing socks and shoes, not flipflops, a heavy sweatshirt and long pants. I feel like eating soup or even stew. Maybe I’ll even make a fire during the day. Maine weather.