We are all pulled to the shore, in love with the waves, the breeze, the sand. We feel home and free and alive.
There is something about Lake Superior that feels like home to me. An unexplainable feeling of belonging on this shore.
This day, a storm was approaching – fast and dark – cloaking the city of Duluth in shadows as it blew in from the west like a big, black ghost. The seagulls hovered in the air and swirled overhead, caught between the coming tempest above and the promise of popcorn below.
The Native American name for Lake Superior is Gichigami: Big Water.