Friday, November 25, 2011

The Morning After


The fishermen are gone.  Early risers anticipating a long day on the water.  It is 5:30 a.m.   Sleep will not return.  A thousand stars light up the night sky.  The little cottage is still.  The aroma of fresh brewed coffee beckons, a gift from the fishermen.  The glow from the little heater in the corner lights my way.

Sitting quietly in the dark I offer my thanks for the sleeping children in the next room; for the cousins heading north on the Interstate in search of Steel Head Trout; making a memory.

The sky is beginning to lighten.  The silver glow of the lake is now visible in the pre-dawn light.   My stomach rumbles its rebellion from a day of over indulgence.   Soon there will be footsteps and giggles as the second generation of cousins prepares for a trip to the theater.  From 3 to 14 they sense the bond of family.

Life is good.

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