Maine

My friend leant us her cottage in Maine for the weekend. It's one of my favorite places on earth. When we got there, I sat down on the couch and looked out the window and, I'm not sure why, started crying. Maybe because I was tired and its so beautiful there and I was alone with the person who means more to me than anything. It was quiet. We read and napped and walked on the beach and ate a lot of great food and drank good wine and just were together. Alone. And quiet.