Tuesday 31 July 2012

Storing it up for Winter

There are so many parts of my summer I try to store in my mind for a cold, dark day in the middle of January.  This afternoon I took a bike ride with my friend Laura.  I was so excited to share the bike path along Little Traverse Bay in Petoskey with her.  


It was very windy, so we really had to work for it.  But, the destination of East Park between Bay Harbor and Petoskey has the most breathtaking view.  The park juts out so much, you have to turn your body around to see the both sides.  It was an overcast day, but the light was filtering through the clouds so much that the water looked magical.  There were so many different shades of blue and green in the bay mixing with the white caps.


I want to tuck that little memory away and take it out in winter.  When I go to school in the morning in the darkness and leave in the evening darkness, I will close my eyes and try to remember: the brisk wind pushing against me and my bike, the sound of the gravel underneath my tires, the swaying birches waving to the bay.


I'm so blessed to witness such beauty.

6 comments:

fireflytrails said...

Because your have described what you saw - and what you felt - so well, I will store this away for my winter, too. Along with my own Tennessee memories of a wonderful summer. And congratulations on going to Teachers College. It's a life changing experience. I look forward to reading about your time there!

elsie said...

Sounds like an amazing spot. I love the idea of tucking a memory away for the dreary days of winter. Right now I'm trying to conjure up the image of sparkling snow and crisp air to beat the heat wave we are suffering through.

Nanc said...

I'm so exited that you got to have this amazing ride. I could really visualize the whitecaps and the how hard you had to work. It will be an awesome memory when you look back and read it in the dark of winter.

Amy Rudd said...

This sounds so awesome! Thanks for sharing your vision to savor for Winter!

Jaana said...

I loved the idea of tucking away a memory for the winter!

Douglas Florian said...

Tucking a poem away for winter, sounds quite poetic!