Thursday, January 5, 2012

Bodies of Water

I realize it makes me uneasy getting too far from the ocean—perhaps because I grew up in so dry an inland place, or because I feel better breathing those negative ions.  I'm always happiest on islands (including Manhattan)—Mallorca, Crete, Santorini, Hawaii, Key West, the big virtual island that is England, little pine-scented Angel Island in the San Francisco Bay.

But hung suspended between lake and cloud yesterday evening at sunset, coming into Chicago to land, I decided that massive lakes welcome me too, and make me feel at home.  So I'm happily situated on the water here, on the river where it flows into Lake Michigan, and have the best of both worlds—my essential big body of water, and the enchanting lights of the big cities which also draw me.

image:  Christie B. Cochrell, Ventura at dusk  

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