"To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim–the rocks–the motion of the waves–the ships, with men in them, What stranger miracles are there?"
I live in Chicago. In the heartland of America. We have harsh winters and hot summers (with the exception of this summer - Mother Nature, you're drunk). We have endless fields of golden corn and the ever so lovely expanses of prairie. If you're lucky enough to live in the city, or close to, you have been blessed with the ever present Lake.
During my recent trip to Boston I spent a lot of time walking along the Boston Harbor. Watching tugboats pull their cargo. Coast Guard ships prepare for their rounds. Water taxis making their way back and forth, commuters as their precious cargo. I was reminded how much I love being close to a large body of water. It is not so much that it has to be a body of seawater. I simply enjoy being near to way water. To have the opportunity to read on the beach. To hear the gentle crash of waves. To watch the seagulls soaring overhead. To feel the sun's rays against my absurdly pale skin. No, Chicago does not have an ocean. But we do have Lake Michigan and that is more than enough.
So this upcoming weekend, I may not be in Boston (I wish), but I do have the Chicago lake path 3 blocks from my apartment. You can bet that I will be going on a walk and enjoying the fresh air.
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