I know you might be getting a bunch of ‘but what about such and such a place??’ questions, but I’ve got to ask mine.. what about Maine? I’ve got my heart on my sleeve for York County, myself. Especially Wells. I’m a young adult, and from what I hear I’m supposed to live in a city, especially since I can’t drive. But Wells is where my heart is, can’t help it.
I picked blueberries in Maine once as a child. It was the first time I’d ever seen a rocky beach. I thought it was beautiful, and I felt like for the first time I understood the difference between the ocean and the sea.
I remember Maine as something muted and pale, but ultimately pleasant, sort of like walking through an Andrew Wyeth painting. That’s it, really. Everything else I know about Maine I learned from Stephen King books.
2 thoughts on “On maine”
Just saying w/ half my family in Maine and New Brunswick this is perfect and also thanks for putting a name on that withered portrait of a braided woman stuck in my head from high school.
Between western sprawl and salty, east coast gravel, was the rocky beach the ‘ocean’ or the ‘sea’ to you?
In Maine, it’s the sea.