TIMES RECORD • August 5, 2024
On the early July day when I took my first short walk, I was struck by the welling of emotion I felt when I reboarded the familiar, short connector trail that links my life to the Town Commons. A few days later, in the early afternoon on one of this summer’s blue-sky days, I was propped outside at work in a chair that was angled toward that sky. Motion in my peripheral vision drew me down; the gray fox appeared as if conjured. It’s a mild summer evening: long twilight, zephyr breeze, anticipation of music at the Bowdoin International Music Festival. I recall thinking, “what we hear is being made, it is of vibrating air. And then gone. I have a seat fully in the present.” So many ways to travel in a local summer. ~ Sandy Stott