A colleague going on vacation to the gulf coast has made me wistful for water. As beautiful as Arkansas is with its forests and lakes and hills and all, it’s hard not to yearn for the ocean after growing up within an hour’s drive of the Atlantic.
That longing for the moody, gray and cool Atlantic has been amplified by the warm spring here. May has felt more like July, complete with record highs at 90 degrees.
All of these things conspired to prompt this wishful thinking post of a misty New England day in Maine, from the 2003 files.