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Jul. 5th, 2013 12:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogThe clouds at Lake Michigan were quite pretty before the setting sun rendered them largely invisible.
Groups of people huddled around yellow and orange lights along the shore. From over the lake, a cool, constant breeze came in shoreward, brushing wisps of hair into my eyes. The water below susurrated gently, insistently, against the rocks of the shore. For a few moments here and there, the scene felt tribal, prehistoric. I imagined camping in semi-nomadic bands at the side of the great lake in a large, unknown, scary world that felt, for that evening, so much smaller in the company of the extended family of my fellows.
Clouds on the Michigan Shoreline
Copyright Stormdog 2013
Groups of people huddled around yellow and orange lights along the shore. From over the lake, a cool, constant breeze came in shoreward, brushing wisps of hair into my eyes. The water below susurrated gently, insistently, against the rocks of the shore. For a few moments here and there, the scene felt tribal, prehistoric. I imagined camping in semi-nomadic bands at the side of the great lake in a large, unknown, scary world that felt, for that evening, so much smaller in the company of the extended family of my fellows.
Clouds on the Michigan Shoreline
Copyright Stormdog 2013
