February Sunset

Four in the evening and we're on the road north. It's a liminal road, a dream where it goes on forever, winding along in sunny complacency. Eventually the freeway narrows into Benton Harbor, a town with store fronts and buildings in need of rejuvenating. Biggby's supplies the redbull and the loo. Back to the parking and we tumble out into the sand and waves.

Silver Beach County Park. The lot was almost empty. We meandered through the puddles on the walkway, past fishers of fish flopping on the cement, past parties photographing, past an older couple stepping in sync, arm in arm. We walked until there was no more walkway and sat against the singular white building at the end.

There, the waves glittered white and foamed over onto the walk. It was a little windy. Some of us went back for the blankets. When we got back to the others, the sky was already beginning to change. Orange. So much orange. The lower the sun got, the greener the sky. Orange, green, blue. Chicago blurred purple in the horizon. Two minutes, and the yellow egg was gone, gone into another sunset further along the lay. We stayed for a few more minutes, rubbing frozen fingers and stamping feet.

Then, back we went, some trotting, some walking. Back through the sand and the now cold air and the empty orange sky. Silver Beach Pizza had an hour wait so we settled on Papa Vino's. I called them and reserved(as instructed)for seven, not six.

Butternut squash ravioli with toasted pecans and slices of prosciutto.

The conversation ranged from good dinner conversation to the occasional "gross". Air quotes because I didn't think it was gross, but I digress.

Ann drove to Crumbl Cookies. I'd never been there and I don't know if I'll go again. Cookies aren't such a focal point in my life. I'll spend eight dollars for coffee but I will not spend four forty-five on a lone cookie. Said cookie was good, soft in the middle and crunchy on the outer edges, but in my opinion, not worth the price. The entire vibe though, is a trip.

We were entertained by The Three Girls in The Front. It was even live. How much better can it get? Bereal lol.

Back to church, where we met, and back through the dark country roads to the warm kitchen lights. I had to taste the steak from the fam supper; it was good. Milk, with raspberry syrup. A conversation read over J's shoulder. My cousins😭

And now, tomorrow revivals start. I'm honestly excited. Bless.

K. Bye. G' night.