Two consecutive weekends of traveling took their toll on blogging. But I'm back. Last weekend, my fiancée and I were in Maine hammering out some wedding details and procuring as much beer as possible from Allagash. We got engaged in Boothbay Harbor, and that's where our wedding will be in September.
It rained most of the weekend, but it didn't matter. Just having one sunny day on the rocky coastline where she said yes was enough.
For me, Maine is more than a place on a map. Its icy rivers flow throw my veins. Its one lonely syllable contains jagged coastlines, stands of hardwood and pine boughs, streams stained by browning pine needles to a tannic tea, snow and cold that steal the breath from your lungs, and wild blueberries on the opposite side of winter.
Maine is a state of mind. Maine is a place in my heart.