Winter has cast its cold light onto the lighthouses, but they remain vigilant. Cold winds come running in from Lake Huron like invisible horses, but you don't realize you've been hit until after they pass through you. Lake Michigan winter winds are blunt and when they hit you, the punch is immediate, and you know you've been hit. I tell my friends that Lake Michigan is a moody bitch. It forces you to love her. Lake Huron lulls you in and captures you. Its magical personality captures you before you realize it. (You can decide if you prefer the good witch or the bad witch.)
A random collection of amusing items.