Town Common

Living in the middle of a classic New England town is a pretty remarkable stroke of luck. It's not without it's downsides – namely, there's a lot of traffic, and we're cramped in on all sides by neighbors. But you get used to that real fast, when you factor in that we're a quick bike ride from our farmstand, a coffeehouse/pub that's about to open, a great used bookstore, a nice church with a bell that's a few minutes off each hour, and a great town common. It could be a lot worse.

I thought all of this was great, but I didn't realize how great it was until I started taking Mabel for nightly walks so that she could do her business. Last night was awesome, the moon was framed by some giant clouds, the stars were out in force, the air was crisp, Mars was floating over to the corner. The trees stand there, just waiting to burst from their summer green into autumn foliage beauty. There's mist drifting through the trees… And I say to myself, I LIVE HERE.

Like I said, it could be a lot worse.

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