The island off the island, connected by a rickety one-lane bridge. At the shoreline, spruce trees draped in sea lace, willowy wisps of seafoam green lichen. Dewdrops glinting in murky sunlight. The sun winks from behind a cloud. My lips taste like coffee and sea mist.
An island is a dream.
Rocking chairs on the porch of the old casino. A poster for the end-of-season potluck supper. βHeart and Soulβ from the old piano wafting through the windows.
An island is a melody.
Croquet, steamships, a resort. The rippled spectres of a bygone colony.
An island is an old soul.
Did you know there areΒ more than 4,600Β islands off the coast of Maine? the micro mashup is your ticket to island adventures.
wow! 4,600 islands! I had no idea. What joy in your words. Thank you Amie
Just beautiful!!! ππππ