I am not the nimble traveler I was once (if I ever was). My head is stuffed with sights and sounds from the Connecticut and Maine coastlines, and heart is attempting to process all that I have heard and experienced in these past four days.
We arrived in Bernard, Maine late yesterday afternoon. The constant movement of boats seen from windows has made me feel a bit like I am walking on a boat, slightly unbalanced.
Further, this rental home has overflowing bookshelves in almost every room. I have gone from one to another, on hands and knees, looking my eyes out. Too many. Too many good ones. I have to settle down.
It’s morning. Buck and I are headed out soon for a walk.
But before we go, here’s a picture of sunset and full moon rise from York Harbor, Maine. I am drunk, not with wine, but with beauty.