We are in Maine.... the land of moisture, where 'desert' refers to an island, not an arid place of cactus and dry skin.
It is autumn here, which means color and a different slant of light.
The ocean is a huge expanse to a small boy. And to his grandmother.
Fall festivals abound...
...and even the past is beautiful.
It is good to look at the world in a different place, with new eyes, for a short while.
Posted from my iPad