Ravin's Ramblings

The waves, frozen in ripples, cascade in a white velvety blanket of twinkling stars. The moon reflects off the breaks like so many shimmering diamonds as we drive along the shore of Lake Michigan. The wind blows spray turned to snow in curtains across the frozen landscape while off in the distance a light house winks. Home, it says, memories. Each revolution of light brings up a host of kind faces, but one more than any other. One face, one smile, one golden memory from a life long past. And for one moment, as brief and glittering as the frozen spray, I am a child again with a smile I can hardly contain, practicing at being a woman.