Dreaming on a winter day

From yesterday’s email string with Dave:

Dave: Now, where were we?
Me: On a sandy beach somewhere in the U.P. in late August, on a warm day after the bugs are gone, wading on the very edge of Lake Superior.*
Dave: No. The beach is east of Sumatra and you’re wading in the Indian Ocean. See that odd-looking mountain over there with its top cut off? That’s Tambora. 🙂
Me: I like my volcanism a bit more extinct, like the Keweenawan Rift.

Which is not to say the beach east of Sumatra would be awful if Tambora was not erupting. It also wouldn’t require time-travel; Sumatra is warm now, unlike the Upper Peninsula.

* The photo is actually from mid-July. So sue me.


About songdogmi

I'm a longhaired almost-hippie stuck in the inner suburbs of a major rust-belt metropolis who's thoughtful, creative, and kind of geeky. In exchange for a paycheck I run around in a cubicle maze most days. When I escape, I play music, hang out in coffee houses, dink around on the computer, take naps, and think I should be off in the woods somewhere. Every once in a while I get in my car and drive far, far away, though I've always come back so far.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s