From the Window Seat

I’m in Maryland, and it’s summer.

Along the highway, the trees are so lush they’re hanging close to the road.  The sky is pure blue and the temperature a pleasant seventy-five degrees (I imagine if the state was personified, Maryland would have its hands on its hips like “That’s all you get!”).  I was in Hagerstown, Maryland for a few weeks last spring and it’s all coming back, how much I like this place.