Winter Bluff 2 POST

They were dancing around the fountain, arm in arm in an old Dutch dance, their cheeks touching, their hands entwined. They had no music; they hummed. And there was no reason for them to be dancing that Peter Lake could see, except that it was an exceptionally beautiful night. ~ Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale

(Winter’s Tale, fairy tale color, from the Bluff. Michigan, on your birthday we thank you for giving us our dance-worthy, exceptionally beautiful, nights.)