9 a.m. drive to Bangor on back roads. Electric blue sky and the warm sun has melted the silvery net of last night's hard frost everywhere except under under trees, which cast elongated white shadows. Once in Bangor, I walk past a ragged group of people, waiting for a bus perhaps, or jobs, and meet with colleagues in a nearly empty office building. In a borrowed conference room amidst empty brokerage firm offices, surrounded by evidence of the need, we talk about ways to build and sustain communities.
Later that day, heading into Boston, through endless road construction, I try to avoid commuters weaving in their cars from lane to lane to get ahead. At one point a sign says "Squeeze left." Hard not to feel squeezed in this fast-moving, urban setting.
Drove home to Maine wondering if the thermometers reading 70, 69, 68 degrees could possibly be right. Afterall it's December already. I'm wishing for frosty shadows again tomorrow.
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