Sometimes it happens that you jump in a car heading North.
And then you get out of the car.
And bam! you’re in Maine.
And it’s very far away from where you were.
And that feels great.
And the sky is so blue and the lighthouse is so lighthousey that everybody wants to be there. Including people from even farther away. And also, the mailman.
But it’s OK, because if you were to wonder where your mail was, and if you needed to wait outside the post office for the mailman to return from the lighthouse, you could always sit on the stylish pink chairs and think about how Winslow Homer painted this landscape. And so did Andrew Wyeth.