Remembering the lake
I remember the cold,
I remember the light that morning,
I remember telling myself how crazy I was coming to Chicago this time of the year,
and I remember the sound of the waves covered by the ice.
I was seeing the lake for the first time, and for the first time of my life, I felt it.
I was standing by the water, one foot on the sand, one foot on the snow, and I felt it.
I was exactly where I needed to be.
And I knew it.
At that exact moment, looking at the lake, I knew that I was seeing something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
Everything else had just vanished and nothing else had importance. I was seeing it, the Lake Michigan…