I love living near Lake Michigan. Having lived for many years in Manhattan, I was often near water, but rivers can’t compare to this huge lake that still reminds me of an ocean. The masquerade continues for me every time I see its waves crashing on to the beach. I am fascinated how they are unstoppable and ever-present, filled with energy and what seems like emotion, sometimes playful and sometimes angry.
Yesterday morning the waves were positively alive.
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