Winter in Maine is very different from the summer and fall, which are the seasons of most of my time here, but it has its own character. It is a quieter season, the pace is slower and one cannot help but be aware of the ebb and flow of each day.
and thin sheets of ice float on the harbor’s surface. These are often the gathering place for gulls who are kept company by the ducks who float along beside. I shiver in my warm clothes as I stand on the shore looking out and wonder how they keep from freezing.
Speaking of freezing, it’s cold outside, so for me it’s back inside to settle by the fire with a good book.
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