Late spring is my favorite time here. When I lived in California, on those rare moments I nostalgically thought of Connecticut, it would be of this time of year and Litchfield County in particular. Not that Connecticut really has counties anymore. They are only considered for judicial or more popularly for real estate purposes. One of the riches that Connecticut possesses is water. It runs everywhere and sprouts forth from rock, earth, and sky. Kent Falls is one of the places that epitomizes this sense. I went there yesterday and I am still wrapped in its sounds and smells.
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