It's such a bizarre experience to feel like a tourist in my own home state.
This week, I visited Michigan's west coast for what felt like the very first time.
I was dazzled by the enormity of Lake Michigan, the abundance of windsurfers and toddler tourists, and the sight of such lovely lighthouses.
My friend Ann was gracious enough to invite me along, and we went exploring with cameras in hand.
After lots of emotional stresses lately, it felt so cathartic and cleansing to stand before Lake Michigan, wind hurling my hair every which way, and feel the spray cleansing the darkened, lonely corners of sadness.