A few things, from across the webiverse …
Home again. We’ve left Maine, and I’m already pining for it. (Words to bookend, here.) The sun’s coming up just a little bit later than it had before our trip; and when I opened the door this morning, it felt like something just a little bit less than summer. Whispers of a turning.
It’s not that I don’t like fall; I do—it’s my favorite season, actually. It’s just that I’m so very far from ready for this one to be over. Blinders on, then, and as far as I’m aware, the calendar stops somewhere around September 4. (Though, admittedly, I did just order myself a winter parka. A deal’s a deal.) We’re leaving soon for another Portland, and until we do, I’ll be savoring summer at home—walking each morning to the beach, reading each evening on the porch (winelight, etc.), and looking at each new shoulder-freckle like it’s some kind of miracle. Which it really is.
Happy Friday, and happy summer. May it never end.