Week 8

The shadows of the trees rest upon the pavement of the road as I drove over it. Meghan is in my passenger seat, singing along to our favorite country songs. It is my favorite road to take drives on, the stream winds and twists just like the road. I pull over onto a gravel parking lot and turn the car off. We both grab our cameras to take pictures and put our shades on to try and block the glare of the sun. I shut the door behind me and throw my keys next to my tire, leaving them there instead of carrying them. Meghan runs ahead of me to take pictures of the stream, sending them to her husband over in Afghanistan. "Hillary! Smile!" I turn quickly to respond to her statement and put on my best-fake smile. "Don't send that to Facebook, I look horrible today" I tell her after she takes it, (I hate when people do that)!

I run along the side of the stream to get a picture of the trees with the sun behind it, a perfect, almost-spring kind of day. Only in Maine do people go outside when it's 40 degrees out and call it "warm." I kneel down close to the ground and lay my camera on a near by rock, these are my favorite kind of pictures to take. I take a few different snap shots in nearby locations as Meghan does the same. We both meet back up by the picnic table, sitting down to take in the scenery. She tells me about her troubles with her roommate and how she is very close to kicking him out, I try and give her the best advice I have.. "well maybe you should tell him that you aren't going to put up with much more." She responds, "I've already done that." I'm at a loss of words, my mind in a whole other world. I slowly and discretely shake my head to get my thoughts together, "want to head back to Brewer and get something to eat" I ask, Meghan nods her head, we both have hardly ate anything all day long. We pick up our cameras off the table and head back over to my car. The ground is soft and mushy from all the melted snow, our shoes are soaked by the time we reach the gravel again. "Uh, Hill.." I turn around, Meghan hands me my sunglasses I forgot to grab off the seat of the table, "oh crap! It's a good thing I got you." We both smile at each other and open the doors to my car.