Returning to Maine is always a pleasure though this year, as in other places, things are not the same. There are fewer tourists, businesses are operating with caution and most people are wondering what happens next. That being said, it is those things that remain the same that give me comfort.
I wake to the sight of Rockport Harbor sometimes veiled in fog,
other times bright with sunlight.
The sound of lobster boats going out early in the morning holds promise of them returning with their catch.
Our house sits just before the dirt road where people walk and bike all day long. It is here where so much stays the same making me think that all is normal.
Along the way bicycles lean against trees.
Probably the riders have made their way to the rocks where they picnic, bask in the sun or enjoy peaceful moments.
This is the time of year when tadpoles become frogs. If I pay attention it is likely that a few will be spotted with heads barely peeking above the water.
Such common sights and the beauty of nature reassure me that there is something good in each and every day. We just have to open our eyes to see.