It is that time of year here in Maine. The tourists are long gone. The holidays are upon us. And the weather has turned wintry, whether or not the calendar says it is so. Locals call this time of year the quiet season. It is time for warm clothes, hot drinks, festive music, and best of all, good books.
I am writing this at my favorite café after braving our third snowfall in as many weeks to drive my wife to work in our all-wheel-drive vehicle half an hour north of where we live in mid-coast Maine. It is our largest snowfall to date, half a foot or more, and it only adds to the overall peace of the place.
It is time for relaxing in front of a fire, enjoying candlelit meals, and savoring the scents of the season. Such simple pleasures are what make even mundane moments of our lives memorable. And the making of sweet memories is part and parcel of what this season represents to our family.
As our home is decorated, cards are mailed, and gifts distributed, we are settling in for a peaceful period of contemplation rather than participating in the chaotic commercialism of the holidays. We are enjoying community celebrations, gathering together with friends, and supporting favorite charities.
It was about this time last year that Linda and I moved here and the simpler life and slower pace were a huge part of what appealed to us about this place we presently call home. Wherever you are on your journey, I sincerely hope you and yours experience your own quiet season during these holy days.