Solitude

I love driving on LSD (Lake Shore Drive).
I love watching the waves crash up against the rocks.
I love daring the waves as I drive past. I've had days where I wished they take me back with them.

I love watching the ice formations on the trees. It's a frozen wasteland.

The lake is frozen solid in some areas, but looks can be deceiving. If you look closely, the ice moves, you can't walk out on it or you will go crashing into the frigid water.

Am I talking about what I see, or am I talking about my life?