May Day

The first of May brought a bright blue sky full of white puffy clouds to the Mid-coast of Maine. These fair weather clouds raced across the Penobscot Bay all afternoon, turning pink by the dinner hour, as the sun began to cast long shadows over the quiet roads and green fields of Rockport. Down at the harbor, a stiff breeze blew off the bay and brought to the land that heavenly smell of the sea. Flowers that had just began to bloom last week, continued their growth, filling the surrounding landscape with a precious palette of blue, yellow and pink. The unmistakable curling shape of fiddle heads could be seen on the ground, in between tall pines of spruce and white dogwoods. Locals strolled up Chestnut Street, and golfers swung their irons in a joyous celebration of spring and her glorious arrival. Vintage convertibles cruised Main Street, as giggling teenagers played in the grass of the park. Frisbees soared through the air, dogs chasing them with reckless abandon. When the wind blows off Penobscot Bay, and the temperature hovers around 60, the world around me seems to come to a stop. The warmth of the sun feels so good on the skin that you never want it to go away, not even for a second. The water is lit up by the shimmer of the sun. Golden rays dance across the it, while birds swoop and sing their spring songs. The time has come, the natural world is ready to begin her rebirth. A rebirth that all coastal Mainers long for, and cherish with every beautiful day that comes our way.