Yesterday

Yesterday Daniel and I went on a bike ride. We started in a state park up by the lake, a place known for its sightings of thousands of migratory hawks and other birds. The wind was out of the north, though, blowing the birds inland, so no hawks today. We rode north along the east edge of the bay toward the lake, through the marina and into a little park at the end, with a strip of sandy beach on the lake itself. We rode out onto a little spit of land maybe a half mile long, appropriately known as East Spit, that separates the lake from the bay. The wind was howling off the lake, stirring up big breakers to crash upon the rocks a few feet to our right...and only a few feet to the left was the placid bay, dotted with swans. The cold rush of air made us feel as if we could fly!

It was a marvelous day to be alive.

Next time I go out there, I'll take pictures.