When you live in Maine, the “music” in the background is a babbling brook, lake or surging ocean lapping at the shore.

Or a roaring river picking up steam and widening from melting winter snows.

The snake like wet ribbon swelling the banks. Deepening and raising the water level. To create extra all natural, pure magic waterworks to enhance the outdoor experience.

To make the same place feel different because a season changed since the last visit.

Four times is a charm to shake up the variation as the pages of the calendar get ripped off. Drift to the floor.

The music we listen to can be bluegrass, American folk, or center stage old rockers visiting Maine on a regular basis. But sometimes words get in the way.