The Wilds of Maine

Where to begin...Maine.
So quiet, I couldn't sleep.
So dark, I couldn't remember seeing.
Beautiful.

So relaxing that I had no choice.
Django. Hiking. Picking mussels. Drinking red wine and appleknockers. The food! Everything was so fresh, so natural. I broke a glass. I found a starfish.
And Martin. Reminding me of the value of true friends. Old friends. Just being able to sit silently, absorbed in our own thoughts. And when something pops in that needs to be expressed, that's fine. No background needed. I did so much thinking. Just having time to let my mind wander.
And Sara was right. It's the hardest thing. To be alone with your thoughts. Not distracted.
So much thinking. But I still don't know. Maybe never will. It takes a lifetime, they say. So then I can't help but say, so why bother?