It's Funny How The Wind Blows
There I was, sitting at The Pumpernickel, a cute and charming cafe nestled in the heart of Saugatuck, MI. It was a cool and crisp fall morning. It wasn’t too chilly, so I sat outside. It was a picturesque fall Michigan morning in a picturesque Michigan town. There I sat at the table, getting all my things just right, “setting my stage,” if you will. Placing my coffee cup exactly where I wanted it, getting my napkin placed and folded exactly how I wanted, making sure the creases were even and the corners matched. Making sure the table wasn’t wobbly so I wouldn't be annoyed placing my coffee on the table. Placing my journal and pen how I wanted, basically making sure the lines of each object were parallel to one another. Wiggling in my chair until it was just right. Paying attention to all of my OCDs so I can settle-in properly. Then I sat and allowed myself to arrive at the place I was at. One thing that stands out about Michigan, especially Michigan in the fall, are the leav...