Kewadin Michigan

[finding_nirvana]

Some of the most beautiful things happen in the mostly unknown town of Kewadin. I will describe a scene for you.

The moon rises over the horizon... silence, the eternal longing for the luminous spherical grace.
The crisp air reveals cascades of frozen crytals of moisture escaping ones lungs.
The beautiful black and white image of scorenity envelopes you as you take in the scent of the apple blossoms.
The season of autumn would take production to the trees.
The cold feel of that apple in your hand, appears a dark shade of gray in your light gray hand.
Sweet and crisp, is the apple that you bite, sinking your inscisors, and your anterior inscisors into the almost spherical fruit.
Blossoms become more than blossoms, but a gray beauty.
Tranquility comes with a shiver of comfort amongst the cold cold air.
Overwhealming tremors takes over, a fit of shivers takes ones body, and leaves the mind.
Stars overhead guides ones eyes to the sky, the numerous stationary fireflies flash ever so slightly in the sky.
Looking towards Elk Lake one has drawn your attention from the stars, that lunar sphere of elegance and grace, smites the water with a black tone.
And you sigh,