As I settle into life here I find myself missing little things about Michigan, or to be exact life in Michigan. When I think about not knowing when I'll be able to experience those things again I feel doubly sad and a little hollow inside.
These are some of the things I miss . . .
The harvest moon hanging low over the cornfields.
Everyone at the post office knowing my name.
The sun setting over Lake Michigan.
The subtle creak of the trees as they sway in the wind.
Sailing on White Lake on a crisp October morning.
The muffled sound of winter under a blanket of snow.
The way there is always a country road to be explored on a sunny afternoon.
Walking on deserted beaches as the wind blows against my face.
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