As we started our drive through Maine, Lucy said suddenly, “Mama, may we please stop the car and go stand by that beautiful water for awhile?”
We listened to her. We were thinking the same thing. We had to be somewhere that afternoon but we couldn’t miss this. So we stopped. Danny filled up the car with gas, laughing at the sign for lobster rolls available inside. (We didn’t know yet that nearly every gas station and convenience store in Maine seems to sell lobster rolls.) Lucy and I walked across the street to stand on that dock and look out at that lake. We were quiet, listening to the wind ruffle the surface of the water. She sighed. We sat down. She put her head in my lap and I brushed her hair with my fingers while we looked at the leaves starting to redden on the trees.
Of all the moments on this memorable trip we took around New England, this moment in Maine comes back to me often.
Maine has this effect on people, it seems. It certainly wound its way around our hearts.