Daisy Do you ever watch for the longest day of the year and
then miss it?
Jay Gatsby Don’t you mean the shortest day of the year, Daisy?
Daisy Jay, I’m p-p-paralyzed with happiness that the days will be
getting longer now.
(a few liberties with Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby)
Newburgh Lake, Michigan
The more you know yourself,
the more patience you have for what you see in others.
Michigan, early autumn
Athena sent them a favorable wind, a strong-blowing West wind that sang over the wine dark sea.
Summer musings on a gray November day: one of Michigan’s inland “seas,” Lake Michigan, the dunes that line her leeward shore, and the visitors who play there at the invitation of warm temperatures and blue skies.
Warren Dunes and Lake Michigan
This day, in 1757, William Blake was born
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Or, he might have said, in a drop of water, suspended in time on its path between underground springs and the great river which is its destiny.
Iargo Springs, Michigan