This is among my favorite blogs to write all year.
I'm actually writing this yesterday afternoon, sitting in the sun at one of Marquette's crown jewels--Lower Harbor Park--and just watching the world go by me. There are groups of tourists and locals walking around the park, a lunch hour yoga class taking place under the shade of a big tree, and a group of kids who just jumped off their bikes and are now running through one of the sprinklers the city has going in an attempt to keep the park grass green.
If you were ask for a definition of a perfect summer scene on a perfect summer day, this might approach it.
I often get people who, knowing my profound loathing of snow and cold, ask why I live here. I usually give them two reasons--July and August. And while that answer is often given in jest there is a (big) kernel of truth behind it. I get through the cold & snowy months by telling myself that there will be better days, and a day like yesterday (and the one we're promised today) was one of those better days. I mean, here I am, sitting in the 80 degree sunshine 40 feet from the greatest of lakes, watching sailboats go by in the harbor as a gaggle of bicyclists and runners make there way to or fro along the bike path
Could you actually ask for much more than that?
I try to take advantage of days like these, if only because I know they're few in number and fleeting in nature. After all, here we are, already heading into the last third of July of a summer that hasn't really (at least yet) lived up to expectations. The way time is flying these days it'll be Labor Day next week, Thanksgiving the week after that, and before we know it we'll be huddled en masse indoors in a vain attempt to stay warm during yet another January cold snap.
That's why I treasure writing a blog this on a day like yesterday. The opportunities to do it are few in nature, and when I get the opportunity to do it, I cherish it with all the appreciation I can muster.
Hope your weekend's a treasure, just like today is for me!
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