Good night Tuesday! You were fun. Started at 4:45 this morning with a loud alarm reminiscent of a Cold War drill siren, followed by a weak sauce cancellation from the driver I had scheduled via #fare (#boo!), a stressed out drive to the airport, shuttle ride, flight to Chicago, sprint through Midway Airport and a quick flight to Flint, followed by a rental car pickup and a 200 mile drive to
THEN! Warm hugs. Cold beer. Homemade ice tea. Adirondack chairs on the porch. A short ride in the backseat. The beach! A giant, sandy, salt-free ocean. A grill appeared. And sausages! Homemade sauerkraut, kale salad and homegrown pork ribs.
The sun set slowly, taking its time, spreading a wide band of orange far to the left and right over a low haze of grey clouds hovering above Lake Michigan. Suddenly a group of horses and riders appeared from a long day of riding to bathe and drink in the icy cold water.
I was utterly transfixed.
And then out of the corner of my eye, a frenzy of green. The bright shorts of a toddler who jumped in a puddle until his pants grew too heavy. He removed them and continued puddle jumping until his diaper grew too heavy and he pulled that off, too. He threw it in the water, paused, decided it didn't look right, retrieved the diaper and ran it up the beach to his mom with an outstretched hand and a "here-I-brought-this-for-you" face. He resumed jumping in the puddle, more gingerly now, aware of his derriere's decreased padding and increased vulnerability to sand.
In an instant, the sky was a monochrome gray. The sun had dropped fully behind the clouds, all the way down beneath the horizon and all the color had slipped away with it. 9:30 pm, eastern standard time.
Back in the car, past the deer waiting beneath the bird feeder, back through the woods and up to the porch and into the cozy bed in the cellar and, damn, Tuesday, I had no idea what you had in store for me and I thank you for that. Let's do it again sometime.