Leaving

My final week in Maine. It's been raining for two days now. No running, no tennis. I did yoga to the sound of the rain. I went to bed listening to the rain on the roof. I woke up to a gray vista of mist and clouds and wet leaves. I'm looking forward to going home but sad at the same time. What will it be like when I come back here again next year? Isn't this my home too?

All I know is that I am leaving my husband here on a hill overlooking the lake. Last weekend we placed a granite bench there to mark where he sleeps. Sweet dreams.
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