Little text to provide a description of the beautiful picture of the road I was privileged to travel hundreds of times.
I can imagine Pawian's face turning blue with envy, realizing he will never experience the uncommon beauty of Mordern Michigan :::)))
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With a bright, timid line on the horizon, dawn was approaching.
Timidly delicately painted the navy blue sky steel grey,
added a bit of purple, and covered the sky with a golden cloak afterward. The rainbow dance of dawn slowly retreated before the approaching blue. Only a few minutes left until the beginning of the eternal spectacle, until sunrise.
Which infallibly fills me with admiration that borders on adoration. The sun, still hidden
beyond the horizon, gives back the remnants, stolen colors of the previous evening. An intense burst of red scattered amber flames across the surface of Lake Charlevoix.