Sebago Lake summer dreams

I take the trek out Route 302 to the Big City a couple of times a week at this time of year to help Robyn and Scott with reservations. It is a pleasure; I sometimes close my eyes when writing a confirmation and can envision the cottage I write of, the view from the porch, the feel of the sand under my bare feet when walking down to the lake, the warmth of the sun on my face. This is a serendipitous benefit of writing to you folks! Maine in January has its own special beauty, but heat and bare feet are generally not among them.

Contrast these moments with this morning’s views in Casco!