A person, a place, a feeling. A scent, memory, and place in time, a passing glance, the dappled sunlight on the floor. The gentle breeze in the trees, steam from a sidewalk grate, the butterfly landing on the flower, and smoke as a candle is blown out. The waves breaking on shore, washing dishes in your friends sink after a shared meal, the sun hitting the wall in early morning. The sound of a city waking up and a neighborhood going to sleep.
Wilma is beauty and life in all of its forms.
BY ANNIE BRETT
I was born and raised in Midcoast Maine, and heavily influenced by the beauty of the natural world and spartan sensibility of New England.
As a kid…