Lake Superior
My mystic Muse...
The seagulls are screaming, but I really don’t mind. Their noises cannot disturb the peace of this Great Lake. The water must be frigid because the breeze is cool, too cool for me to sustain the boiling blood I bring to this shore. I feel the chill like a chastening. The crystal water taunts me with a granite clarity, clearly comprehending time from a glacial perspective. Maybe what sounds to me like a screeching argument is simply a conversation that’s been going on since long before I arrived.
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- Jonah · August 27‹ Reluctant TravelerOnly Just Forgotten ›