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Monday, January 30, 2012

Dreaming of Whiting


This morning's sunrise.

Close your eyes and follow along. You finally got the beach house you've always wanted. It's traditional architecture and not at all fancy, but it suits you perfectly. You get up early every morning to enjoy the sun rise over Lake Michigan. You take your coffee out to the porch with your paper and watch the gulls circle the shore. Reluctantly, you get ready to leave for work. That's okay, because when you get home tonight, you'll be back on the porch with your beer when you can lean back in your chair with your feet up on the railing and stare into the darkness, hearing only an occasional frog and the gentle waves lapping at your private beach.

Okay, one more time with links, and you can open your eyes. This is the house. This is the view. And this is the sound. The only frogs look like mutants, which you hope keep their distance. Welcome to the twilight zone, a/k/a Whiting, Indiana. (Just having some fun here. I actually love Whiting.)

Posted by Marie at January 30, 2012 8:45 PM


God I love the smell of cracking hydrocarbons in the morning... ;)

Nice sunrise pic. It's good to see the light coming earlier and earlier in the morning now.

Posted by: Dave E. Author Profile Page at January 30, 2012 10:20 PM

LOL, Dave, and thank you.

Posted by: Marie Author Profile Page at January 31, 2012 9:51 PM

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