With the end of summer comes the end of boating for us, and that always makes me a little sad. I love cruising the Maine islands noting and appreciating their differences.
All have rocky shores, some craggy,
some with stones worn smooth by years of the sea smashing against them.
Others are forests of green
or lichen covered
or bare but for a lighthouse standing guard.
Images of all are etched in my heart, especially those of my favorite, Brimstone, where one end is rocks of all sizes and shapes
and the other is layers of stone with one lone stubby tree
and grasses swaying in soft wind.
What makes this island special to me are the rocks, dark and shiny in the water
and on a beautiful sunny day warm enough for a hot stone massage.
A path leads to the top of Brimstone and standing there looking across the sea, one can imagine Europe’s coast in the far distance.
It is exploring the islands on days kissed by the sun and gentle seas that remind me Maine is the way life should be.
i so appreciate your visit and the comments you leave behind