I drove to Detroit to visit Dr. Not-so-cranky this week. I swear, the harder he tries the more crazy he makes me, and I have a hard time being patient with him these days, but that's another story and not a very interesting one, at that.
But while I was there, I drove past the lake a couple of times. The bank was covered with snow and the whole landscape was made up of tones of pewter - the sky was a pale grey, and the silvery grey water was smooth as glass, except for artfully placed chunks of ice and a flock of scattered white swans. It was so bleak and so beautiful, and there was nowhere to park so I couldn't take a picture.
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