I parked in the packed gravel driveway that had become only barely distinguishable from the yard, due to weeds poking through the rocks. I glanced at my watch. My flight was early and I’d made good time coming up from the city. The realtor wasn’t going to be here for another hour. I got out of the rental car and stretched. After the air-conditioned ride, the 100 degree heat and 100 percent humidity hit me immediately. It was “hawt.” My tee shirt felt like I had just taken it out of the washing machine. Welcome to July in Wilbur, Vermont.
Crossing the blue ceiling
by Jon Tobey - Friday, Oct 13th, 2023