Adrift in Michigan

 Lately, here in Michigan it’s been looking a lot like winter. Cottonwood duff drifting down off the trees and piling up in quiet corners of the parking lot. Sometimes I’ll look out the window and see in the diffused light puffs of it suspended in the air, wafting to the ground. It is like being inside a snow globe or in a pillow fight. The world cushioned and cozy soft.

 

Until a car drives through and scatters the fluff, breaking the magic.

Summer snow