Nostalgia

With the rush of the crisp Fall air my thoughts are whisked away to another place and time. Maine - childhood.

Having been born and, for some years, reared in Maine, this state has a honored place in my heart. I love its rugged coastline, the snowy winters, the White Birch tree (with its peeling bark). I love the smell of the salt air mixed with the steam from a bowl of clam chowder at a ocean-side cafe'.

My older brother and I built a tree house in the middle of a stately, old White Birch. We used to run the rocks at the ocean. As for the snow? We used to build snow forts and play for hours.

I love Maine.

For the first time in over a decade, God is giving me the opportunity to visit Maine in the Fall. Next Tuesday I fly out to visit Portland, Waterville (my hometown), among other places. It'll be great to see family and friends.

Do you have a place of nostalgia?