Happiness. It's relative.
It is so dark I can’t see my feet but the Big Dipper is hanging in the sky so close it looks fake as if someone strung lights over our house to trick us and I stumble in the dark, worried that I’ll twist… Continue Reading “Light Heart”
That blue is long gone. That blue that made me put my book down to take a picture. Not of the water or the sky. But of the blue. It was such a blue I thought it might not happen again in my lifetime.… Continue Reading “Royal”
At first the lake was perfectly still, a set for a canoeing commercial, and we glided along like people who lived in a tent most of the time and traveled on foot instead of who we are, people who live in a house and… Continue Reading “Our Pure Michigan”
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