Home Sweet Duluth...

The most beautiful weather and lake view greeted me when I came rolling down the interstate today, into my town, Duluth. The sky and the water were inseperable blues without a cloud in the sky and a lite breeze...perfect, rare Duluth weather. It is as if it is lying to me about what I know to be the true weather of the region, fog and cold. But it has worked, I love it here and will always hold a special place in my heart for it. Duluth helps one to realize how to make the most of each moment, something that carries over into recent life experiences.

How do I make the most? sit and enjoy the sites and sounds of the wind through the August maple leaves (a bit crispy), know that they will change the colors of the fall rainbow soon, take lots of photos (mental and digital), drive 7 bridges road and try to listen for the sound of the Lester River over the rock beneath you, run on the Lakewalk, watch an ore boat go through the canal and marvel at how people come out of the woodwork to watch this everyday occurence, go for a drive on the North Shore and maybe later we will go sit under the stars and let the moon shine on us, mosquito free.

My time in Bemidji for this summer comes to an end very soon, and I am so torn as to whether I am happy to go or sad. This little town, 2 hours from Canada, has provided me with nearly all my entertainment, drama and comfortable, quiet living for nearly 3 months. It was a move that I had once envisioned was going to be difficult, but it was one of the easiest, most necessary things I have ever done. And now my Duluth, is whispering my name louder everyday...come back to your hurried, chaotic life. Come sit on the fire escape and solve the world problems over a beer or glass of wine (It makes me smile just thinking about it). But it is so loud and "metropolis-like" (don't laugh, I think this is a big place) here, sirens everywhere, people everywhere, new food co-op, apartment building and Quinzno's down the street and the energy of a college and tourist town.

Sufficed to say that I will make the most of my remaining week and a half in Bemidji: sit, listen, laugh, photos, see you laters (never goodbyes, I will see you all again, someday, somewhere).