STEVENSVILLE, Mich.--Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab, well, without Storm.
Crows cawed as I stepped out this morning.
Now, that was something different.
But then I was in a different place.
During the first weekend of the NCAA basketball tournament, for 25 straight years, I have joined a group of college friends for a getaway in a cottage along the Michigan side of Lake Michigan.
Up at dawn this morning and down to the lake.
Over the winter, west winds have piled sand upon ice and snow. Made for an interesting ramble without the meathead this morning.
The sound of water slopping pulls at my heart.
One of my regrets is that I never spent a summer in college working at the shore in Ocean City or Atlantic City.
I hear the sound and always think of Wallace Steven's ``Sea Surface Full of Clouds.''
Here's from the end:
The sovereign clouds came clustering. The conch
Of loyal conjuration trumped. The wind
Of green blooms turning crisped the motley hue
To clearing opalescence. Then the sea
And heaven rolled as one and from the two
Came fresh transfigurings of freshest blue.
I am more of a William Carlos Williams guy, but I think Stevens nailed the experience by the water's edge.
That pretty sums up how the lake and sky looked this morning.
Gulls wheeled overhead. I kicked loose some neat stones and driftwood for the kids.
Far to the north, some lake effect clouds drifted toward land.
I came off the lake and walked inland.
A pair of mallards swam on an open stream. A few mourning doves cooed in the distance. Red-winged blackbirds trilled along the stream and marsh.
The cold sifted through my layers.
It was time.
More crows cawed overhead.