My Bucket List

Perhaps twenty years ago I reached the shores of Lake Superior – Albany, Wisconsin – an hour prior to dawn. I was early so I waited in silence and watched the birth of my new day. The creatures who greeting the morning with me were pronominal as each went about their routine. The experience was in a category of its own. Still is.

If I had a bucket list, repeating that experience would be very near the top.

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