I just spent a few days at my Dad’s cottage. 
It sits right next to 
The gorgeous beast 
That is Lake Huron.  
There’s something about water 
About being by it. 
The force and energy of it all. 
The crushing 
And crashing of the waves. 
The word powerful is not enough.
It’s intoxicating.
It’s infusing. 
It’s influential. 
And it feels like home. 
I did grow up on the water
But this sense of 
Comfort and peace 
Is a familiarity 
Deep within my soul. 
Like a magic potion 
That cascades 
And sprinkles 
Big picture fairy dust 
All over me.
It’s other worldly. 

Sincerely, re-juiced and very thankful. 

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