I miss Maine

Even though it is Christmas Eve, I can only think about how Christmas must be in Maine.

I miss everything about summer, on that lake house with my bestfriend. Driving anywhere we wanted, blaring whatever music we felt like and what volume it would be played at. Kayaking on the lake all day (i still have a wierd tan line) and singing old songs. (Later to find out you can hear everything on the lake. watching fireworks explode in the sky on a bridge over a beautiful river with the whole town. The excellent food. SO MUCH FOOD. Long nature walks and conversations. (and nature socks) Going up Cadillac mountain and seaside hike. Climbing on rocks with the sea crashing 5 feet away. Those glorious sunsets. Sounds like a romance book, but that's just Maine.