The Muse at first light
Sunrise over Frenchman’s Bay
How often do you see the sun rise? If you’re like me, not very often. However, last night I couldn’t sleep so I took my coffee to the pier in Bar Harbor and walked along Shore Path to see the sunrise–at 4:46 a.m.
It was serene, just me, the town’s feathered residents and a lone lobsterman. The only sounds were the gulls cawing, the water gently lapping against the rocks and the low rumble of the fishing boat heading out for the day.
Unfortunately, it was also cloudy.
A second chance
Shortly after dawn, the sun passed through a break in the clouds, a glowing golden orb, rising over the clouds as if breaking the true horizon. From Long Porcupine Island to the shore, the sun’s reflection created a shimmering yellow-brick road over the muted blues and greens of the sea.
Then, it disappeared, as quickly as it appeared, leaving behind a a hazy cloud of pinks and oranges in its wake and a warm glow over the distant hills. The bottom of the top clouds were brightly light, a ribbon of silver outlining each puff. The image reminded me of the warm, welcoming light people report following a near-death experiences. I headed back to the gallery to take creative advantage of this unexpected visit from the Muse.
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