The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Coming back to Maine never gets old, and this trip has been no different, just doing the simple things are all I need from this place. It brings youth back to our aging Husky and lets us leave all our problems for a couple weeks.

Greetings from Sumner, Maine!

This is my third trip up to my family vacation house in Maine, but it always feels like I’ve never been here before, yet I know it so well, kind of like a recurring dream. It took us 9 hours in the car to get here, but it was definitely worth it! When we first pulled up to the old rickety yet lively house, I opened the car door to let Shelby, our 10 year old Husky, hop over me out of the car like she was half her age. She started prancing around the tall grass and within 5 minutes starting digging a hole with her paws. It turns out there was a rawhide about a foot underground, and we have no idea how long ago she buried it. After we unpacked the car, I immediately threw on my bathing suit and swam out to the middle of the lake where I knew there was a rock formation for me stand upon. I put on my goggles and swam rather slowly, admiring the constantly thriving wildlife under and above the water. I was treading through, taking notice to the long streaming plants, like underwater skyscrapers. Watching the families of Bass swim underneath me, taking my presence with a grain of salt. When taking my head out of the chilled water to breath, I watched the birds fly from tree to tree, drying their wings from their earlier fishing attempts to feed their families. Once I reached the plateau of large smoothened rocks, I stood still for a while just taking it all in, the tall never-aging trees looming over the perimeter, the sketchy little docks protruding into the water from each home, and the cool sensation of the water flows wrapping around my goose-bump covered skin. My tranquility was interrupted by a little nibble on my toes, when I looked down I noticed a small fish, the size of my hand at best, treading water eating the algae that had been kicked up onto my feet. Once I put my head under, I coughed and the fish looked up in bewilderment and with the blink of an eye swam away into the reeds. After I swam back to the house and had some dinner, I grabbed a book from our vast collection that has grown over the years, and eased into the hammock and let the wind sway me back and forth ever so slowly, as I drifted off into sleep before I could even finish the second page.

Coming back to Maine never gets old, and this trip has been no different, just doing the simple things are all I need from this place. It brings youth back to our aging Husky and lets us leave all our problems for a couple weeks.

Greetings From Sumner Maine

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Summer of 2010
Sumner, Maine

Coming back to Maine never gets old, and this trip has been no different, just doing the simple things are all I need from this place. It brings youth back to our aging Husky and lets us leave all our problems for a couple weeks.

Decade: 2010s
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Recorded by Nick Manton on May 27, 2014
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