I found myself out wandering again, drawn back to the water.  If I can’t have the sea, then Great Lakes will do.  Waves, and wind.  The breeze in my hair.  The rusted ol’ lighthouse starting to feel familiar to my touch.

Walking up and down the marinas inspecting all the boats.

Taking in worn wood, tarnished metals, and the like.

Still looking for the perfect one.

When I find her, “Music” will be her name.

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