The Cottage

One of my favorite places in the world is in Michigan. The cottage. Laying on the carpeted loft floor, scribbling words in a journal as sunshine streams through the glass windows, and then through the cracks of the railings, and onto my face. Looking through the cracks, you can see the snowy lake, sparkling as the sunlight gleams on its surface. The trees still carry a semblance of color as their red leaves pop amongst an otherwise colorless landscape. Everything is calm and quiet. Theres not a problem in the world that doesn't fade away with the smell of the northern air and sound of squirrels chirping as they scavenge for food.These places, these moments, this is what makes Michigan so beautiful. If I could stay up here, locked away from the world, writing, learning french, reading with my other half forever, then I would. But alas, the real world must always get in the way.