Beach

It doesn’t look like much from the parking lot. There are a few signs; no dogs, don’t drink on the beach.  Follow the little trail through the dune grass, up the dune, past a massive ancient oak. You can hear it, smell it, taste it, the wind picks up,
running full tilt down the dune.

Lake Michigan.

Glacier meltwater clear.
deep blue sky, body-surfing,  people watching.
and I was thinking up stories about that very moment