When life begins to overwhelm me, as it has been doing recently, my thoughts turn to home - home in the sense of where I grew up. For me, that's northeastern Ohio - the Cleveland area, right on Lake Erie, which was my backyard from third grade through high school. I miss being able to walk out my door to the cliff overlooking the lake, wind in my face, to watch the water. I miss the never-ending traffic of ore boats and sailboats. I miss walking on the beach, picking up multi-colored sea glass or flat stones to skip when the lake was flat. I miss hanging out on the beach with my friends in cool weather, warm in sweatshirts and windbreakers. I miss the lake moonscape when it froze from the coastline out in winter. I miss the storms. We just don't get storms like that in Virginia.
Go ahead and make fun of Cleveland. I love it. I love the lake.
They're still home after all these years.
Lake Erie surf