On our way home this afternoon, I looked out across the bay at the choppy water; such a brilliant blue, and thinking of all my ancestors who came before, who fished these waters and lived near them always.  Even my Irish and Croatian ancestry lived by the sea; made their livings by the sea.  It is no wonder then, that I sometimes feel so inclined to look out upon the water and let the tide that moves within consume me.  It is as though I am seeing for them; giving them a glimpse of their tumbling ocean currents or feeding some future tense of my DNA.  

I have never once looked out and not been struck by the beauty; the untamed ebb and flow of the lakes.  How fortunate for my body to have been born here.

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