Something I loved about growing up on Lake Huron was watching the lake react to the seasons. When I ran across Mick's photograph, a very warm memory surfaced and I just had to share.
During my last summer home before leaving for college, I spent days with my friends at one of their lake houses. We'd boat all day and then fall asleep at night to the sound of the rain hitting the water. So good for the soul.
Happy weekend, friends!
