Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
I realize I'm a bit late to be sporting holiday spirit, but for some time now I've been meaning to share my feelings about Maine in the winter- Portland to be more precise. This goes well beyond the holiday season, so bear with me here.
In most parts of the country, the thought of a Maine winter brings cringes to faces. Many mornings my face does just that too. But when evening descends, we Portland residents find ourselves graced with a special treat- it might well be one of the few things that carries us through these miserable winters (snow on the beach and snowshoeing *ahem*). I'm speaking so highly of our holiday lights.
To stroll down Congress Street on a chilly January night- perhaps not yet warmed by a whiskey drink- maybe on your way to see some bluegrass or some other such thing- hands in your pockets, ears snuggled tight in your hat- cursing that darn hole in your boot- only to look up and find you've walked into a Dr. Seuss fantasy land... that is the best part about Portland's winter.
Truthfully, I look forward to the lights going up as soon as they've been taken down. I wish they were a year-round affair.
I'll apologize for my pictures not doing justice, I'll have to leave you with the assurance of more and better images to come.
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