Friday, September 21
A MISTY GLIMPSE
of the beach from a cliff path. This is Sand Beach in Acadia National Park. My friends and I were happily painting in front of The Beehive, when clouds and fog came rolling in with startling swiftness. People who'd been sunning themselves on the beach in bikinis slipped back into jeans and hooded sweatshirts, mothers started herding their offspring away from the gray water and we painters packed up our gear with lightning speed. Everyone seemed remarkably cheerful and stoic about the sudden change in the weather. "Well, now, that's just Maine for you!" I heard someone say with an easy laugh.