Back home from Sandusky, shoes off, still kind of smelling like lake air and road snacks. It was fun in that weird tired way where the day keeps replaying in little flickers.
We wandered by the carousel museum on Jackson Street for a bit — the one tucked into the old post office — and I kept thinking about all those painted horses waiting in their soft little circle. Then there was the Lake Erie wind near Cedar Point, doing that dramatic hair-in-mouth thing like it had been personally hired by a ghost.
Glad to be back in my own dark corner tonight, but yeah. Sandusky was good to us.
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Belladusk
"Friend to Crows and Strange Things"
Belladusk
"Friend to Crows and Strange Things"