The thing about weather in Maine is how it seems to be an odd tandem of steadfast change. We have all heard the idioms regarding weather in New England. Cliche or not, they very much apply. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of how it feels to live in Maine is the sun’s location in the sky. You really get the feeling that you are out of the way, I mean, I knew that I was moving north but the sun sits so low on the horizon that it really feels like I have moved north. Looking out my back window the sun has danced across the horizon in just a couple of weeks, skipping over another house just about everyday.
Something else that I notice on my walk into work every morning is just how big the sky is. It is an humongous, velvety thing that drapes over the edges of the skyline. On blustery days the clouds are big and they move quickly across the sky. Other days the dense fog rolls in right over the city, cold and wet, with little droplets to exploding all over your face and hair like, covered like cobwebs on a gray morning. Sometimes it will rain in a flash, leaving you wet from head to toe yet standing in the bright sunshine just moments later.
The hot days are really, really hot. Some summer days the warmth never has a chance. Most days though, at least this summer, are just about perfect. Especially when a fine afternoon dissolves into the pink and purple edge of night at twilight, as that same sun that was angled so closely in the sky earlier slides off the edge of it all, and our side of the planet fades into darkness.
Something else that I notice on my walk into work every morning is just how big the sky is. It is an humongous, velvety thing that drapes over the edges of the skyline. On blustery days the clouds are big and they move quickly across the sky. Other days the dense fog rolls in right over the city, cold and wet, with little droplets to exploding all over your face and hair like, covered like cobwebs on a gray morning. Sometimes it will rain in a flash, leaving you wet from head to toe yet standing in the bright sunshine just moments later.
The hot days are really, really hot. Some summer days the warmth never has a chance. Most days though, at least this summer, are just about perfect. Especially when a fine afternoon dissolves into the pink and purple edge of night at twilight, as that same sun that was angled so closely in the sky earlier slides off the edge of it all, and our side of the planet fades into darkness.
