As I may have mentioned before, summer on the Maine coast is a fleeting experience. Now that the month of August has come to an end, the experience of summer is no longer fleeting, it's more like long gone! All of a sudden, the nights are cooler, and the days are shorter. Low temperatures dip down into the 40's and highs barely reach into the 70's. The grass is wet in the early morning, dew clings to my car windows, and that unmistakable sweet smell of fall is in the air. Leaves are just starting to turn different colors, while the ground is becoming saturated with the ones that can't seem to hold on to their respective branches any longer. Down on Spruce Head Island, the sun was out and the day was beautiful. Lobstermen prowled the docks of this small fishing island, checking on their boats and counting their day's haul. A tattered American flag whipped in the afternoon wind at McLoon's lobster pound. Standing tall over Muscle Ridge Channel, the flag looked so beautiful, just moving to the rhythm of the breeze. There was something so simple about it. With a small fleet of white lobsterboats behind it, and a weathered old lobster pound beside it, the flag seemed to represent more that just patriotic pride, it represented summer and it represented this beautiful coast that I call home.
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