My mom is visiting home after my uncle died. We have been texting this morning as she tells me about her adventures. We have been recounting all of the sensory memories as she visits the places we would frequent when I was growing up. The Lobster Shack, Two Lights, all the colors and smells. All of my memories come flooding back. I miss Home. I miss Maine. Today she is going for a walk in the woods. She gets to feel the soft earth and hear the crunchy leaves under foot. MaineThreads