As I turned into the parking lot, I was struck by its emptiness. Where were all the cars of summer lined up for a classic Lake Michigan sunset? Pushing down a tinge of sadness, I lost myself in the approaching sunset. The sun was so bright, I could hardly look through my viewfinder. I could tell it was going to be a good night for a sunset.
The sky reddened as the sun sank into the Lake.
It would be one of those sunsets where the time after equals the beauty of the actual sunset.
Before I knew it, it was gone. The sun had set on the summer.
And the afterglow of memories was all that remained of another Leelanau summer.