I’m staring out into the Fog, looking over Lake Huron in what was a fairly comfortable spring morning.
Out there in the distance is the remains of the Pier out in the lake, away from the rest of the pier. The Birds love the lost pier as a gathering point and a safe haven from swimmers and boaters. Not that no one ever goes there, but it’s not a popular spot.
I think I might try to get out there some day.