I was looking around through my archives tonight and had a wave of euphoria rush over me like a junkie getting a fix when I came across this image.
In a split second I was taken from my cold, dark room to this moment in late July when I was standing on the back of my father’s boat, basking in the late afternoon sun on a leisurely ride back from a family friend’s summer home. I can almost feel the slight rock from the waves while we sat parked in the middle of the lake and enjoyed the waning moments of our last day of vacation, sipping cold beer and listening to the gentle slap of water against the hull.
I’m probably going to have to come back to this image often in the coming weeks as the days grow bleaker and Old Man Winter tightens his death grip on Chicagoland.
