The boardwalk.

The boardwalk.

The dancing Lake Huron surround us,

you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder,

studying the lake.

I tell you,

I love the simple days when we can feel the water against our feet.

The morning sun against our skin and

Your morning smile and the 6 am hot coffee,

the world seems so far away.

utopia for my heart.

You take my right hand, and we follow the boardwalk to the end.

You told me.

I love the great lakes; I love the morning silence.

You and I,

kindred spirits following the Port Austin boardwalk every morning and

seeking some calmness and some peace.

I love our mornings walks, and I love you dear, honey, sweetie.

I tell you, I love you more. …

Dancing Coyote