My Fair Lady

The rain in Maine falls mainly on the plane, because we're cozied up in our hotel preparing to enjoy our second night in the same place since leaving San Diego. Delicious rain! Might feel different when we're out walking to town in it in a few minutes, but right now it evokes feelings of closeness and memories of our years in the pacific northwest.

Here's the view from our balcony just now at 3pm.

There's a pine tree just out of view to the left that's a few feet from the (briefly open) door on our balcony, and I've been trying to catch a photo of the little birds that flit around in it occasionally. They're a bit larger than house finches, and seem to have pale blue bellies.

Hopefully we'll get some snaps in town, and I haven't yet looked through the ones we caught after dark last night. We saw a doe with two fawns on the road last night, and the silence of their presence added to the magic.

Sure feels good to rest, though if the weather were clear we'd be thrilling at all the new wonders of this journey. As our friend Willa says, happiness is an inside job. :)