The tides pull me, always.
Our family in Michigan graciously carted us across the middle of the state so that we could play here, at Lake Michigan.
The sand was so fine, so unlike the beaches in the Florida Keys, which are made of crushed coral.
And it was very, very chilly if the waves nipped at your toes.
But the sun…forever bright and shining.
I was like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
A trip to Holland, for lunch before heading back.
I’d never seen boxed water.
And this is where I should have gone to college. ;)
I think he’s contemplating it.
And why are buildings not made like this lovely thing, anymore?
Little E was so pooped out after his big day running in the sand that he fell right over and went to sleep.
And so was someone else.
Here’s to Holland.