Even bundled against the cold, I am no match for the bitter, northern winds from Lake Erie. Yet she calls to me. When I am in her presence, it's like returning to the womb. I feel comforted in her gently lapping waves against the beach. I feel her knowing of times I've never seen and I hear her quiet whispers of revelation as I gaze at the horizon. For now, I must find comfort in the promise of spring and my own knowing that she'll be waiting for me.