I cannot tell a lie.
It’s a lot easier to get up for the sunrise when it occurs at 7:06
a.m., than when light breaks at 4:30, like it does in the summer. During a family trip to western Maine this past weekend, once my daughter informed me the sun wouldn’t make its appearance
until after my usual get up time, I decided to give dawn a try.
At 6:50 Sunday morning, I threw my coat on, stepped out to 37-degree temps
and tramped to the lake edge. We were up there; about 20 miles from the Canadian
border and most of the birds have departed for warmer territories. No one around
was awake except me.
I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced such quiet.
