
It energized me. Those types of mornings make me want to be outside, embracing the elements, sucking in the air, marveling at what nature brings us on a daily basis. It’s often a surprise.
If you’re in a car, you miss the show. As I turned around at the northern point of my walk, I came through a park that borders Lake Michigan to the east. Waves pounded in. You heard the roar. White caps smashed into the jetty, spray flying over it.
As I walked to the west edge of the parked car area, I counted how many people had decided to start their morning by marveling at Lake Michigan: 12 cars. Walking past each, I made some other mental notes.
Of the 12 cars, two were empty as their owners were on the beach jogging. Good on them.
Two young men parked side by side. They chatted catching up on something from their past. I can relate to that. Start your day connecting face-to-face.
Eight cars were left. Of those eight, three were eating breakfast. Food, mmmmm, good. Hey, great place to enjoy the taste of a donut, some yogurt, a piece of fruit or your steaming cup of java. I can relate.
Five cars were still there. The person inside each of those cars was not watching the surf, feeling the stiff wind, or consuming their morning dietary quota. Instead, they were all engaged with a tiny screen, looking down at their laps, their eyes locked on some image transmitted to that by a satellite from someplace else far, far away.
That saddened me. It is the way of the world. I get that. But driving down to enjoy what this park and the majesty of Lake Michigan has to offer you emotionally to start your day, and then ignoring it, left me in mourning. I mourn for those who don’t experience the elements first-hand.
There was a story last week I discussed with my wife about the continuing decline of newspapers and what happens as people start to read more of their news online. The results of the study weren’t necessarily surprising (print continues its decline; online readers skip around more and tend to read more material that reinforces their views/perspective), though one component stood out to me.
The nugget was how even dedicated print readers, when faced with only the option to read online, did not stay with the subject matter as long as they did when reading it in a newspaper or magazine. They didn’t dig in. They skipped around more.
Again, one could argue that’s not all bad. You can “expose” yourself to more. But do you really get to know the subject matter unless you dig deep? If you’re skipping around on your phone, you miss the outdoors.
I mourned for readers that morning as I zipped by the motorists locked into their smart phones. Yeah, maybe they were making a doctor’s appointment or connecting with their daughter at college and it was something important they had to discuss. Many things are possible.
More than likely though they bounced around from site to site, not really paying attention and missing out on the majesty of a Lake Michigan morning delivered for their viewing pleasure. It’s their loss.