A walk from Sky Harbor to the end (through the woods and dunes) with my darling. While hanging my toes off the pier (and sitting in gull poop), enjoying some smoked Lake Superior Whitefish and homemade bread with that ultra-creamy cheese from the Smokehouse. A barefoot walk back to Sky Harbor on the beach (of, course, it's summer, so along the way I strip to nothing and swim halfway back). Once back at Sky Harbor, we steal a plane and do loops under the High Bridge. Landing back at Sky Harbor, we are picked up by a horse carriage, and take a two-hour ride to the Scenic (drinking a bottle of fine red along the way). At the Scenic, while enjoying the finest service and a tender steak, a triple rainbow appears over the South Shore. After dessert (morel reduction ensconced in white truffles surrounded by dark chocolate) we retire to the shoreline. My darling recites Blake while rubbing my temples, and a lake trout breaches the waves and sings lullabies. Then I drift into the eternal ether.