Blue Sky Breeze

Mothers day began with a somber feeling in the air. The sky was grey, the morning winds raw, and the temperature stalled out in the high 40's. As afternoon approached, a swirling, soupy fog formed off Muscongus Bay and rolled through Port Clyde, weaving through the spruce trees and blanketing the rugged roads of this small fishing town. The sun, however, would not give up. Penetrating the mist like a powerful yellow beam, it began to break through the fog, while a cool breeze picked up off the water and began to clear the air. As the fog slowly disappeared, a bright blue sky took over, and as the sun shimmered once again off the water, all seemed right with the world. The breeze that had pushed the fog away had also brought that wonderful and unmistakable smell of the sea to the land. Sweet and succulent to the senses, the breeze carried traces of salt water, spruce trees, and the green grass that grows alongside the rocky shores of Muscongus Bay. Potent to my nose, and uplifting to my spirit, this sublime breeze lingered all afternoon, pushing puffy fair weather clouds across the sky. The land felt warm under my feet, the sand soft under my toes. The water rippled in the distance, and the fishing boats came and went, their roaring diesel engines filling the silence of the shore. I wandered the back roads of town for the next few hours, simply letting this beautiful spring day wash over me. By dinnertime, the fog had returned, and the afternoon breeze had turned cold . It is still early May, but the coast is coming alive. I have seen it with my own eyes! Spring is here, the sweet breezes of summer will follow, and the coast of Maine will dress herself up in a seductive dress of sweet indifference, where lazy afternoons are spent strolling rocky beaches, smelling the sweet breezes that flow from the sea.