Reminiscence of an early summer day at Iargo Springs, a season when hope seems eternal. The silver waters flow into the Au Sable River in northern Michigan, and then into the Great Lakes, eventually joining the waters of the Atlantic.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from where the rivers come, there they return again.
Book of Ecclesiastes 1:7
Photo Challenge: Optimistic