#1775
Midnight Hour
I wrote a poem about an owl that tried to peck meâone of my funniest yet real memories from a night that felt warm, fragrant, and calm. Iâve carried swagger and fanny packs through adventures with American Scouts, tomb raiders, archaeologists, bullfighters, and sausage aficionados, always armed with a large knife and mindful of bears (and raccoons). My travels have taken me to the Baltic Sea, the Atlantic Ocean, and Florida Keys, each offering distinct vibesâancient beauty, bustling energy, and slowâmoving charm. Iâve also explored Lake Michiganâs Ludington and Nordhouse, a tiny wilderness that feels alive with natureâs rhythm. In Nordhouse, deer, coyotes, porcupines (the âpeacocksâ of the woods), and seagullsâour faithful beach guardiansâroam together, warning of rain, snakes, eagles, and hawks. Though Iâve never seen winter there, I wonder how snow would transform this peaceful place. Visiting Nordhouse in any season promises adventure, gentle beauty, and a precious experience.






















