Vacation Maine. I love this place. Just past season but the buses of Germans are still making the rounds. The lines for lobster still there. Sun, rain, wind and calm. Twilight. A nine-foot tide with currents swirling their power. I don’t touch the green. My body aches with ongoing Lyme-Stories. Family. Happy Hour. History. Truths are revealed. Secrets kept with promises. These times are for questioning everything we know. I want more.