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musings of the currently-landlocked
I don't know why, in due South fic, lakewater is always described as bad-tasting and foul-smelling, dark and nasty. I mean, I know that Chicago's watershed is a little different than my more pristine northern Lake Michigan, and I guess dS is set before the invasion of the zebra mussels that contributed to the lake's clarity.
But still: the smell of lakewater is, for me, one of the sweetest scents in all the world, and the taste is sweet and fresh and delicate. Now, the smell of dried-in lakewater can be quite different. But I never feel more happy, more at ease, than when I catch the smell of the Lake they call Michigan on the wind.
But still: the smell of lakewater is, for me, one of the sweetest scents in all the world, and the taste is sweet and fresh and delicate. Now, the smell of dried-in lakewater can be quite different. But I never feel more happy, more at ease, than when I catch the smell of the Lake they call Michigan on the wind.