Marquette

The next 6 weeks I will live in this hotel I sit in, going to class in the morning and in the afternoon I walk down to check out a couple of different restaurants then maybe get a espresso, and read Jack London’s sea-wolf by lake superior. I am trying to get a fishing pole and maybe catch something to cook next to the lake. The weather out here is about mid 70s to low 80s. I walk everywhere and have nothing to do really. It is like a vacation that I am getting paid for, and all of this I enjoy as much as eating hollow food. Its missing the thing most important, the thing that gives life sustenance and gives the soul energy to wake up, what I am missing is my wife. While all the good coffee and beautiful scenery might make me smile I still feel half full, my other half is 12 hours away.