Oh, not this lakeside town in particular, though I do love the pier here.
But this lake, and a winter sunset?
Part of my heart.
Part of who I am.
I visit it whenever I get the chance.
This year, it gifted me with a dramatic sunset and calm waters.
Some years, when El Bandito and I visit, this pier is coated in ice, impassable.
Some years, the snow and ice cover almost as far as the eye can see -- though those years are rare now.
And the crowds of people on the public sections of the shore.
The sand dunes.
The views of miles and seemingly endless miles of water and sky.
I love it in winter, frozen along the edges, treacherous and tempting.
I love it from the far southwestern edge, in the windy city.
From the sand dunes extending along its eastern edge.
Watching sunsets on a hot, humid summer night or a cold, cold winter aftenroon.
And for the deep, deep sense of home.