After days of waking up to fog and rain, or rain then fog, or fog then rain; mornings of wondering “When will this dismal weather end?,” the answer came this morning. It’s a physical thrill to wake up – as we did today -- and find yourself within the dream of a perfect September morning here.
As you see above, the sun rises over the wooded ridge to the southeast and makes shadows creep across the field; the islands in Eggemoggin Reach pop up out of rich blue waters in super-three-dimensional clarity; most of the deciduous trees and bushes are still green, a sight that we try to imprint, knowing that we’ll soon have trouble remembering them lushly green, and the air is a cool, crisp, delectable appetizer.
By the time that we get outside, the temperature is 56 degrees (F) and the dew point is 50 (F), as close to perfect as we can expect.
We now can breathe deeply and try to forget yesterday’s Patriots game. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine on September 27, 2021.)