The Mississippi River begins at Lake Itasca in northern Minnesota. We like to visit when we can.
I have snapshots of my younger self here. And of my daughter. And my grandkids. I think there is even a picture of my father long ago dipping his feet in this water.
I like to imagine how these humble beginnings grow into such a mighty watery force hundreds of miles south. It reminds me that everything and everyone must start small on their way to what they will be