I spent a few days in Maine last week and found myself thinking often of Robert McCloskey’s wonderful books. I used his lead from One Morning in Maine to get started with my slice this week.
One morning in Maine, Lisa woke up. She peeked over the top of the covers, the bright sunlight made her blink and believe for just a moment that maybe she’d slept in. But no, it was early, even earlier than she usually woke. The sun slips into the sky very, very early in Maine in the summer. She was just about to pull the covers over her head when she heard a bird.chirp loudly just outside the open window. And as she lay there she heard the low steady roar of the ocean too. Even though it was early, she knew she couldn’t go back to sleep. So she peeled back the covers, feeling the cold air rush around her legs. In early June the air is cold and crisp with only the smallest hint of summer. Lisa stepped out of bed into the chill and hurried to find her sweater and pants.
It was the first day of summer break, and it was a beautiful morning, that morning in Maine.