Submitted by mICKEy aGNEY on Tue, 11/25/2008 - 21:32.
One of my favorite moments was on Bums beach off the LIttle Grassy Lake, summer and we were suppose to go swimming but the temperature dropped and wasn't really excited about going. The water wate so perfect and still. It was hard telling what part of you was in the lake and not. It started trickling, making all these circular patterns on the lake and the SOUND was so vast and sweet I didnt want to breathe. I moved to Chicago 10 years ago. Miss the smell of the sweet onions in the spring, the ratio more trees to human, and the rain of leaves in the fall.
Shawnee National Forest, Il
One of my favorite moments was on Bums beach off the LIttle Grassy Lake, summer and we were suppose to go swimming but the temperature dropped and wasn't really excited about going. The water wate so perfect and still. It was hard telling what part of you was in the lake and not. It started trickling, making all these circular patterns on the lake and the SOUND was so vast and sweet I didnt want to breathe. I moved to Chicago 10 years ago. Miss the smell of the sweet onions in the spring, the ratio more trees to human, and the rain of leaves in the fall.