[PBzeer]

As the waking sun climbs the horizon,
The inky shroud of darkness slowly lightens.
First to gray, and then the yellow and red streaks of dawn,
Against the deepening blue of a new day.

Terns swoop and swirl, on the whisper of a breeze,
Their raucous cries, a morning melody,
Above the gently rippled water that's laps upon the hull,
Like a lazy, but comforting caress.

A new day, a new journey,
And who can know, what lies ahead?
Burdened not, with the expectations of those,
Who came before, or who will follow after.

For there is a promise, that lies 'awaiting,
When we look through our own eyes,
Simply for what they see,
And not what has been seen before.

JCP

It's off to Bath this morning. An easy run back out the Bay River to the Hobucken Cut and on to the Pamlico River.

I dropped the hook yesterday, in a little cove just shy of Harpers Point that gave me a restful evening's sleep. And then this morning, a slowing unfolding sunrise, spectacular in it's peacefulness. It's hard to imagine starting the day any other way.