I feel like a freshman right now. It's two o'clock and I'm still awake. I watched a thriller. I hung out with friends. I attended events, and I tried to do homework.
It's been a beautiful and fun weekend. It's hard to watch time go by so quickly when there are so many things to learn and experience.
Today there was a car show that reminded me of home, and the boats on the river sounded like traffic from home, and the sky beaconed me with arms, reminding me of home, while old airplanes flew through the sky.
I wonder what image of home sticks with me the most. I think it's the pine trees that frame the sky while I sun bathe on a boat in the ocean. And as I bathe I watch brightly colored lobster pots drift by. The wind penetrates through all the layers I put on, but the sky reminds me that I shouldn't worry. It's Maine, and it's beautiful regardless of the temperature.
I wonder what it is about Maine that has kept Stephen King writing stories from the perspective of Mainers. Maybe it's something about the people in Maine.
I'm heading off to bed. Good-night