last weekend darin and i headed over to kittery, maine where we met up with my friend liz, walked on the windy beach, and ate a snazzy lunch at the when pigs fly pizzeria. i love the beach in winter. the grey sand and rocks fit so well in a cold, windy atmosphere, and i think the water always appears an even more appealing shade of blueish green this time of year. it felt like a long time since i’d last caught a whiff of the fresh salty sea air. i heart my home state.