It was surprisingly sunny and dare I say warm*, the day I took this photo.
There’s something about the road curving up that captures me. Maybe because, even though I’ve oft not realized it, that’s been the trajectory of my life.
I love how fresh and crisp the snow is, in the foreground and lining the road. The sheen of ice atop the asphalt is slick. And the trees hearken back to days when asphalt didn’t exist, when Michigan was a wilderness. And still is, in some ways. This is the northern half of the state. I’ve been this far north or farther in Michigan all of thrice.
It’s a picture like this that reminds me how beautiful this state is, and that engraves further still on my heart the knowledge that no matter where I go or live, Michigan will always be home, especially wintry. I love it even when I’m talking myself out of a 294,302,328th tweet complaining about the cold or snow, but I definitely love it when I’m walking in the crisp air like I was here, the cold stinging my lungs with joy, reminding me what I love so much about winter.
*By warm I mean 30º. It was thrilling until it dove back under freezing again.