V8

“Then I drove back to Maine and slept a lot.”

I’m in Maine again. I’ve been back and forth to Massachusetts and Vermont, but now I’m lying next to my favorite window again. There are leaves on the grass now. There weren’t when I left last week. Time marches on, as my mother likes to say.

I stopped in to see her a couple of days ago. I brought along her old friend, Gus. Her first love. She didn’t re…