last week, there were all the best things. our friend, ian, invited us to his family's home in mid-coast maine. we spent two days drinking our friends' wine and making up silly songs. there was a freshly mowed baseball diamond and an outfield for picking blueberries and scratching at mosquito bites, a barn stuffed with treasures found in old chairs and lemonade stand signs, a banjo and a mandolin and an ipod plugged into an 8-track, oysters and lobster and a make-shift table for fitting all the merry-makers. and more fireflies than i've ever seen.
it feels selfish now, this ache to go back. but i'd give anything to be there now.