It’s late afternoon—almost time for a glass of wine—and we are having one of those sudden summer storms that occur frequently in Maine. Just five minutes ago, it was a bright sunny day and then--pouf!--the sky turned dark, the lake was whipped by wind and the dock was pummeled with rain. By the time I finish writing this I know for sure that the light will be a golden green, the lake will be peaceful, and the air have a fresh clean smell of wet leaves. Maybe there will even be a rainbow.
My moods are as changeable as the weather in Maine. I woke early this morning and went out for a run along my usual route—up to the turn to Casco and back, about five and half miles total. I always love the view after the turn. There’s old grey farmhouse on the right and in the distance to the left I can see on a clear day all the way to Mt. Washington and the Presidential range. I felt strong and happy to be there, enjoying the view, enjoying the day.
Then I came home and the house was empty.
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this (your blog) is the best thing you can do for yourself now.......even if you have a conversation of one, it doesn't matter........do not abandon it .....for no reason and no one.
and p.s. you are a brilliant writer
Ellen..Especially now, seeing maine, the lake, that run through your eyes brings me closer to steve. Thank you for continuing to write. It's solace for me and I can only imagine many others. Love, Liz
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