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Mackinac Island

The cool breeze satisfied my skin as I walked along the roads on Mackinac Island. There was no hustle and bustle in this city. Here it was all about time standing still. Nothing seemed to have changed since I had been here almost forty years ago. There was a foggy mist suspended above the island. It seemed entirely separate from the rest of the world. The street in this separate world was made of old cobblestone that made a person feel as though they were in another time period. The horse drawn carriages only seemed to add to the charade. I continued to step along the old cobblestone pathway as I looked up to view my journey ahead. The mist was just starting to clear during this very early morning. The sun was just starting to peek through on the horizon as the day was just beginning. I had been up for a few hours at this point and decided to give myself a walking tour of the island. The island had a certain sense of calm like no where else I had ever been in the world. This island was the epitome of serenity, beauty, and relaxation. I had always had a favorite place on this little slice of heaven on earth and that place is the Bay View Bed and Breakfast. This charming waterfront cottage was a bit weathered, but still amazing in every sense of the word. The cottage is painted a pale yellow with an eggshell colored trim. This is where I went on my honeymoon many years ago. I hadn't been back since then. Although now staying in the balcony suite, covered in a forest green and dark red assortment of floral patterns. I had been able to sneak a peek at the bridal suite. The room looked the same besides the new comforter on the bed. The suite was painted in a rich cream and a deep red with dark green accents. The floral patterns were all over this room as well. I had felt a little overpowered, but the charm of the room still got to me. My husband had hated the room. He had something about hoping he could still be considered a man after staying in a room like that. I smiled as I was thinking about him. Everything on this island reminded me of him. We were married on this island too. There were flowers everywhere that summer. A huge fountain with three tiers was the backdrop to the ceremony. It was perfect. I will never forget what this place means to me. The cobblestone roads, the flowers everywhere, and the wonderful breeze, everything I dream about. This place will always hold a special place in my heart. I took a few ashes and watched as the dust floated over the island mixing in with the dissipating foggy mist.