We decided to travel to the Straights of Mackinaw in mid-January. A normally busy summer resort town was deserted on this early frosty dawn. blustery dawn morning. Even the McDonalds perched on the lake shore, was closed for the season. Walking past the empty parking lot, we climbed over snow and sand piles. Finally, we made our way to the beach. A rising sun reflected a lone cloud floating balloon like , close to our shore. It felt close enough to touch. As we watched, it paused in it’s journey towards us and reversed direction, it floated to the opposite shore. In the warmth of the sun, the cloud thins and slowly disappears. The scene reminded me of a lost child searching for his parent. The rest of the sky remained a brilliant blue.
***. poem
Winter Sailing
dawn peeks over the water.
ice asher sky,
frigid stillness,
One small cloud sails quietly towards me.
Rising sun, vapor hovers.
pausing,
changing course,
Silver/white sails unfurl.
It steers to the far shore.
carolaspot@aol.com
copyright 1/20/25
traveling up and down the blind highway 