The boys and I went wading in Lake Huron, out on White Rock Shoal, this morning. We saw fish spawning just beyond our feet, four distant freighters, and lots of sun-sparkled rocks.
I took lots of photos, including this one which has a wonderfully generic quality, almost like it could be a salt water beach, like the Atlantic or the Pacific. Water has a way of generalizing my thoughts. It rolls and swirls; the waves toss and coddle. From distant horizons to cold, squishy toes, water calms and collects and soothes.
It was good to go wading in the sun, with the boys, today.
Copyright 2013
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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