Wildflowers And A Ruined Stairway
I checked the map to learn that I am in Hagar Michigan, just a bit south of Benton Harbor. Shortly after arriving at our rental house we walked down the road, then through the woods, taking the wooden stairway down through the ravine to the beach of sand at the waters edge. Lake Michigan is a big lake. The lake reminds one of the ocean when one gazes at the expanse of water stretching to the horizon.
We walked for a bit down the beach, and picked up a few interesting pebbles, colors and surface texture highlighted by years of polishing by the action of water and sand. It is possible that the friction of life might bring out the colors, and the unique variations of individual texture in the life of an individual? Sometimes it seems to do so.
From the beach away from the lake I could look up to the bluff where the forest begins. I noticed the ruin of a stairway, the consequence of ill repair, neglect over the passage of years. It was impassible, wrecked, overgrown, useless as access to the beach for anyone coming from that direction.
I have possession of my cell phone and the news feed gives brief detail of the ranting comments made by our President to our allies in Europe. His hectoring about defense spending is certain to result in the ruin of the connecting stairway between them and us.
