August 25: Field in the Rain

In the middle of a torrential rainstorm, I await my co-worker (who has the key) at the Tranquility Grange in Lincolnville. I'm sitting in my car, listening to music and admiring the raindrop-distorted view out my windows.

I could sit here for hours, I think, contemplating the wild beauty of these fields and the old, shingled grange hall, inside of which, I know, all is dry, warm, and a little musty. We will sit on long, numbered pews with horsehair cushions within walls featuring historic plates and old letters, while outside the rain will continue to fall. This is the rural Maine I love. 

Fields in a downpour--

lush, wet, beautiful tangle.

Me, dry in my car.