In which we visit Portland, Maine for one magical adventurous day.
"Welcome to Portland, Maine!" the conductor said. We stepped off the train and into a farmer's market. Bustling with harvest, music, and the hum of a Wednesday morning in this port city on top of the world.
We're popping in and out of shops, bookstores, coffee cafes, and parks--wandering this tiny city and discovering its quirks, characteristics, and possibilities.
I can smell the ocean air, floating over the old brick buildings that house new things. Seagulls cry as the summer sun sits low over the blue water.
We just boarded the train home after a perfect meal on the water. The train speeds us down the eastern coast as we watch the golden sunlight catch the last of the world as it dips below the horizon.
Wooo! Wooo! rings out from our train across the woods and fields, ocean inlets and neighborhoods as we whoosh along into the dusky night. Reading, writing, editing the memories of today into a magical story. A story that whisked us away for a moment in time.
