I came here searching for something unknown. Seeing the sunset water flow birds chirp I realize I was searching for the peace of the sea, the abandonment of the city. - JS
Dear Belle Isle,
She is my safe space. I have laughed and cried here a thousand times over. I’ve made love, ended love and walked for hours alone here. In this very spot I have taken countless photos through the seasons. I made the decision to be a mother here, even if I had to do it on my own. I’ve watched the shore recede over the years, named the dying water-logged trees. Brought dates to see the eagle’s nest - and then her babies once they hatched. Watched the sunset behind the conservatory, pinks and oranges blazing through the curved glass.
I’ve contemplated dying here, the wind and water whisper “not yet.”
Once I kayaked from Jefferson Chalmers, a flea on the waves, passing building-sized barges. I’ve tripped and skinny-dipped, I’ve walked out on the ice sheets too far. I’ve seen a million fireflies speckles all through the brush and tall grass, while I, wet and tired, peddled my way home on a $10 bike. I have travelled near and far, seen waterfalls, volcanoes, the Amazon forest, 3 oceans, 3 continents, but to me Belle Isle will always be the most beautiful place. - AL, March 8, 2023