Dear Michigan, it is me again
The high today was 81F – but holy moly guacamoly it was HOT! they were not kidding when they said that it gets humid.
Sometimes it feels like we are in the south… the air is heavy humidity, the river glides languidly by, the trees are lush, the fish are jumping. I have never been to the south. But I have read a lot of good (Pat Conroy) and bad (Nicholas Sparks) books set in the south… and their images in ink are reflective to the view out of my window and the feeling in the air in Lansing, MI.