Today, on my trek to Lake Michigan, things were sublime.
Snow falling, a gathering storm… The path to the lakefront wasn’t plowed. Snow drifted knee-high.
Along the shore, footprints were frozen in ice; fresh snow creating galaxies.
Most people I talk with are getting sick of this weather. Not me. Not yet. I’m fascinated, intrigued.
I honestly can’t wait to see how things look tomorrow.
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