acadia national park – a sunrise

After my sojourn in Kennebunkport, culminating with the consumption of a large breakfast at a restaurant called BREAKFAST ALL DAY, which has been in the same place for thirty years and where the waitresses are an art-form-in-motion tending to the many customers who stand in line beginning at 7 a.m., I drove the long, scenic coastal route most of the way north to the small, sweet cottage where I reside all this week, only minutes away from Acadia National Park.

I sit at a colonial-style table next to a bay window overlooking tall, thin pines. Through them, an expanse of deep blue water glistens. Since my writing schedule insists on my being awake at 5 a.m., fortified with a mug of freshly brewed Assam tea in hand and my camera slung over my shoulder, I walked the mere fifty paces to the ocean and watched Acadia awake to the rising sun.

Acadia Sunrise © 2010 Lee Anne Morgan

Now for more tea, then a long walk. Today is a day of recovery of the body. My soul is already soothed and at peace.

kennebunkport, maine

Driving north today towards the Maine coast presented bright swatches of reds and golds beginning their blaze through the Berkshire Mountains and beyond. But an autumnal peak is still off stage awaiting its flamboyant entrance. The weather systems were amazing though as each rolled past me one after the other and then back again for a repeat performance! They ranged from  huge yawning bright blue skies with white high-peaked clouds to heavy metal gray masses, and then a low-hanging dark green curtain that portends tornados. None occurred.

I realized today though that during the many times I drove from Maine to New York and back again over a period of twenty-five years plus, I never fully inhaled and exhaled until I crossed the New Hampshire state line into Maine. I don’t really know why this happens but perhaps it is because Maine represents freedom for me.  One of the reasons for my immediate inner release when I enter even southern Maine (those who reside mid-coast and north claim points south are really New Hampshire!), are the tall pine trees, which step forward as if they only reside in this one place. Yet, there is more.  Maine’s coast line is rugged and forceful wearing rough rock smooth as it roars and purrs. Even if I do not see it, I know it is happening; it is a constancy of nature. Although today I did see Maine’s spectacular display of ocean surf pounding its craggy shore as a small sliver of sun finally slid through dark clouds creating mist, magic, and beauty.

Kennebunkport's Ocean Drive © 2010 Lee Anne Morgan

I believe the confluence of tall green pines and rocky shore etched with time by an unrelenting surf … all distinctly and unequivocally Maine … are probable reasons I begin to breathe deeply and fully when I enter this great state.

Tomorrow is a long journey to my cottage somewhere between Bar Harbor and Southwest Harbor. More to come.


Everything is chaos as I attempt to get ready to leave for ten days and so it stands in the foreground of my life.  Order sits quietly waiting in the background. Both will move to center, as they always do, when I relinquish my penchant for complete control.  Please check  for my new posts from Maine in just a few more days!


"Chaos and Order" © 2010 Lee Anne Morgan