Seven

I get to live in a place where the sky comes in colors like this! That stripe of blue, that blue. The silver sky, the silver-gray ocean. There's a lighthouse in this picture, for heaven's sake.

And yet, politically it's feeling yucky here in Maine--here in this country I suppose. Assuming Vermont stays Vermonty, with single payer health care coming and everything, my dreamy browsing of little farm houses has moved in that direction. It's kind of my second choice, aesthetically, of the Perfect Place.

Like this house, for example:

But mostly I'm trying to be here, right now, where I am.