This morning, the beginning of fall called to me and my BFF,
I took a short ride to a place where sea oats lay instead of lawn, and
large beach cottages uniquely span themselves across lake frontage.
I was less than 5 miles from my home and I had never been there before.
The breeze, the temperature...the feeling of the "sea"...all translating again and again
into the magic of Lake Michigan. It took me to coasts I'd lived and seen before-California, Florida...Oregon...the East Coast.
At the end of the street is a point and a marina that I'd only known existed
looking across from the other side of the channel.
I passed the beach that I normally hike to, now realizing that the bike path led there as well. Most exciting, is that with a season pass,
I can come in the morning easily by car and paddleboard before my day begins.
This was only a dream in my mind until today.
I'd moved into this neighborhood two months ago, and already felt so comfortable
and satisfied that I'd stopped exploring.
It's amazing how sometimes we don't know what could improve the quality of our life- what dreams could be answered, until we take the smallest risk to go down a road
that is unexplored.