In Door County, Wisconsin
The weather here is gloomy and overcast, which suits my mood and overall demeanor. It’s an escape from a life that I’m not particularly thrilled with these days, an escape that I felt I needed but didn’t know how to obtain.
The house I’m staying at is wood and glass, and there are trees surrounding us. The house sits on a dune, and just beyond the break in the trees is Lake Michigan, huge, gray, and wonderful. In my tower room, I can look out and watch the stillness of the water and pretend like September isn’t coming and pretend like I’m not dreading what lies ahead.
This morning on my run I saw three deer. When I came back, I watched an owl in a tree while I drank my black coffee. I want to walk on the beach, right at the tide line, and have my footsteps get washed away.
(This is pretentious and melancholic, but then again, so am I.)
