That's Amore- 4/26

Soft moonlight streamed down favorably on all lovers who traversed the lakeside this April, but none more so than the midge flies. Strings of sunlit days warmed the lapping waves of Lake Michigan just enough for the hemoglobin-rich larvae to know that it was time to wriggle out of its sandy depths. The moment was nigh for their enthusiastic courtship dances in the sky.

On the most romantic night of them all, the pink supermoon hung like a bright globe over the shimmering water. Laughter wafted over from nighttime beach volleyball games and couples linked hand in hand murmured past. Above the gentle human tumult hung thick, dark clouds of midges. These forms undulated through the air in ecstasy, darkening even the moon’s enveloping light and coating any unsuspecting passer-by in their embraces. Faces puckered and arms swung frantically in vain attempts to escape from unwanted inclusion into the midges’ ritual. Meanwhile, lakeside bats cackled with unrestrained glee as they easily flapped through the thick clouds and caught a bite to eat. In the daylight, midges coated dune grasses like wriggling corn on the cob for swallows to scoop up, and ducks happily skimmed the water for their floating forms. The smallest of fish in the lake squirmed in anticipation for new midge eggs to float down into the silt and return once again as tasty bloodworms in the murky water. April was a good month.