a few weekends ago.
i rose early.
packed a backpack.
and drove clear across the palm of michigan.
window's rolled down.
sphere of the sun in my rear-view mirror.
i drove till the highway hugged lake michigan.
then pulled into a state park.
and traversed through the gorgeous woods.
the forest trail led to a sand dune.
a hundred foot climb.
the wind whipped.
and sand swirled around me.
i trudged to the top.
in the near distance.
white-capped lake waves could be heard.
i pushed further on.
and to my great reward.
the peak was incredible.
not a soul to be seen.
i sat with my legs hanging over a sandy edge.
looking out across the wide expanse.