My watermark is Lake Huron.

When I was young at Lake Huron, the water was perfectly warm and the sand was hot under my feet, like walking in the Sahara Desert, and the air was warm as my dogs breath on me. We walked for a while on the soggy, wet part of the beach.

When I was young at Lake Huron it was not as busy as New York City. The water was as clean and clear as I was in a thin fog. There was not much wildlife except for some seagulls feasting on bread and nuts the people left behind.

When I was at Lake Huron I saw big waves splashing and making the sand brown and soggy as a soggy dog. When I swam I saw seaweed getting gently pulled by the water as a flower getting pulled in a warm breeze. The seagulls were honking like geese honking as they usually do.

When the shore was high it was time to go but first I watched the sun set below but I know I'll come back again and do it all over again. I always want to see the world but the lake is just fine for me.