Tomorrow, I will stand at the end of this dock and not just see, but actually feel, hear, and smell this view.
It is one of my favorite places on earth. Ryan and I are driving north tomorrow morning to Cedarville. Not the Ohio college I attended, but the small town in the upper penninsula of Michigan-to the cabin.
Mornings at the cabin are some of my happiest memories. Waking up to the sound of a crackling fire and the smell of coffee, and peeking out of my room to see my dad, reading by the fire.
I think I can imagine the cabin more vividly than any other place in my past. I can almost hear the sound of the hinged screen door swinging open and banging shut, and feet crunching accross the stones in the driveway, crickets chirping, the smell of cedar and grass and smoke...
Soon, I'll be there. I hope your week is as life-giving and peaceful as I anticipate ours will be.