Our fall Ogunquit trip was barely in the rearview window when the rain arrived, and the work week that followed served to bring me back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now. Not that I wanted to come back to any of that, and not that I had any other choice. The rain was almost welcome, as it was at the end of this summer, mirroring the mood, lowering the expectations of happiness and cheer. The memory is where most of the sun shines these days, and mine was rich with all that our time near the Beautiful Place By the Sea afforded.
Peering through waving grasses that weren’t quite amber, the sea winked at me from a sacred memory palace. I could almost conjure the scent on that wind, the faint wisps of sea roses sprinkling their sweet pockets of perfume along the way. In deep breaths and closed eyes, I can feel myself there, and I can feel there inside myself. May the mind work such wonders for as long as I am here.
