Saturdays.

Something magical happens on summer Saturdays in Pentwater.

This morning I went for a short jog with my Dad which ended in a long swim in Lake Michigan-warm and crystal clear blue.
A coffee stop, some window shopping and bananas for breakfast.

The beach was absolutely packed. Bright umbrellas creating pools of shade, the edges of their colored pie slices flapping in the steady breeze. The sun was beating down on tan and pasty bodies alike. The sun and the sand and the wind and the waves are like a magnet...and I wanted to say equalizer for some reason...but that is not the case. Equalizing in the sense that so many of us seem drawn to this place. This love of water and warmth. And yet it's one of the places that feels most competitive. Because you're walking around in the equivalent of your underwear with strangers, some of which look much better in their underwear and some who look much...well...different.

Dinner consisted of grilled zucchini, tomatoes, onions, tortillas and hummus. Ice cream and fireworks finished off a beautiful day spent with Dad, Grandma and the masses. As I sat their under the bright explosions, so close the sound was deafening, I felt an itch. The propulsion to go. Even after a day of bliss, of paradise on the coast of Lake Michigan, I am not at rest. As I've been telling people, "I feel a move coming on."

I'm not sure where or how or why, but I need to go. Again.

If anyone has any suggestions, connections or couches to sleep on, please-I'm all ears. And for those curious, hopefully over the next few weeks posts will continue, stories of the past two months will bleed into each entry, and there will be some semblance of an update before the next adventure begins.

Or perhaps it has already begun. And magic is not held to simply Saturdays and Pentwater, it's everywhere. And I'm going to chase it down.

[And "punch life in the face". :) ]