Mackinac who?

I smell Chocolate as the wind lightly blows the aroma of 'Ryabas Fudge' shops throughout town.

I observe the straight legs of a seagull as he stand almost placid above the docks or the bay. 

I hear Rhythmic music in the dancing hooves of Clydesdale horses, and the rickety spinning of the wheels on the wagons they pull. 

About half the sun I begged for with at least a fourth of the heart, beats down upon my neck, sending warm chills through my spine. It'll do.. for now. 

A seagull i've named Tommy and his side kick Jim-bob touch down just in front of me; unison in their belly acheing, in search of food. 

And I wonder... what would it be like to fly... 

I'm reminded that I can't remember the last time I thought of.. ___... and in remembering, am quickly reminded why I havent.

My attention is turned to the screaming seagull overheard and I ponder what anyone would care if i began such a phase just now.. ?

I hear a screw drop from a working bike mechanics hands, a broom sweeping the walk paths, screaming, chirping and begging birds, And the sound of their wings as they swoop near the water. Tourists clammering from store to store, friendly hellos and familiar exclamations. 

Clompering hooves, Thriller coming from a near by window and an overly loud Air conditioning unit. 

All sounds of Mackinac Island. All sounds I sit and say Adieu to, so that I can greet a new day and a new adventure. 

Adieu Mackinac... adieu.