Happy Monday...
It took awhile this year, didn't it? Getting into the groove of summer? Like...we're sorta' somewhere approaching normal (although still miles from it and likely never to resume precisely) but collectively we all are...rusty? Sure, summer in Maine is like riding a bike, but I promise if I mounted a two-wheeler right now it'd look tenuous for the first few yards. Or more.
So it feels like we're only now finding those moments that grant us surety. "Yes," they seem to whisper, "this is the way life should be." The roar of the speedboat followed by the giggles of those being towed, the breeze in the leaves cooling you as you ascend a hill, or the gently nagging orders of your daughter telling your son where to pick blueberries. Maybe that's just me.
I write this even as I sit in a darkened house preparing to go to work...that, too, reminds me it's summer in Maine. While they all sleep, or stir, out to the family camp, I get a few hours of respite every day or two by coming in to check the cats, sell some wine, and the like. Not complaining...for me, the calmness here helps alleviate the occasional madness not just there, but at all our associated camps, each of which is fully overrun at this time of year.
Yessir, for though it took a longer ramp up, summer is here full of life as ever, and we're settling in nicely. Just like the bike ride. Still might wear a helmet though...
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