Knowing the time is short, the things that I really enjoy about the East coast are jumping out at me...
...the rock walls everywhere. I wonder whose hands so laboriously piled them, the stories they tell, the people just like me tackling the back-breaking work of farming and settling a new land far from anything familiar...
...the cozy, tree framed lanes with mottled sunshine winding up and down holding hidden treasure just around the bend - and potholes that keep you from getting too nostalgic...
the ever-changing scenery - hills and dales - resplendent for fall in fancy dress like nowhere else...
...the wonderful old - truly old compared to the rest of the country - homes built with so much character and finished with such beautiful artistic elements, their walls filled with remnants of lives gone by ...
...summer trips to the ocean to listen to the surf and watch the kids and grandkids boogie board and dig sand castles and bury each other up to their noses...
...Monhegan Island - what a wonderful, magical week that was! It will stay with me always...
I always tell the kids it would truly be tragic to have no sense of loss when leaving a place behind...
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