Reflections

A bite in the air after the frivolous fun of summer, it feels good to get serious. This is the best season in Michigan, these weeks of brisk air and Halloween colors, of sudden rain rattling against the windows and wet leaves plastered on the sidewalk.

Opportunities for adventure are endless, and you don’t need to go far to find it so get lost in the wild countryside of Michigan.

Early in the morning Rick and I slipped from the house and stayed lost until dark. We were explorers of the near-at-hand, world travelers who never had to leave home.

On a beach the boundary between the wild and the civilized blurs. And that’s good. The boundary should blur. It’s porous, after all.