Midnight on Huron’s Dunes
Standing on the dune where our cottage sits listening to the surf pound away at the beach. It’s now dark and foreboding. The fetch of the waves is from the big lake coming into the bay and hitting our lee shore. The sound is powerfull yet serene. The air is fresh and smells of the open water and Canada beyond. The stress of the city melts. Tomorrow offers a new chance at an awesome day. You never know what the lake will offer you for a chance to go out and play.