Had a busy week, out every evening, needed a break.
So Sunday and Monday I drove around most of the mitten of Michigan, and even into the Upper Peninsula. Along the coasts of: Lake Michigan, Straits of Mackinac, Lake Huron, Saginaw Bay.
Along the way I pulled off into almost every roadside park or state park on the water.
The delicate beach plants were teaching me about just being still.
And it didn't matter that I continued driving. I was surrounded in quiet.
I'm fickle. I had one title, changed it, now I've changed it back thanks to freefalling. Blame her if you must blame anyone, hehe.
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