|Sunrise on Queens Creek|
The other morning right after hearing one of my least favorite sounds--the alarm clock going off at five thirty--I heard one of my favorite sounds.
No, it wasn't a red-winged blackbird. Nor was it a whip-poor-will, which is a sound I've loved since the summers of my youth.
No, this was a rare morning when my neighbor started up his work boat that he keeps in the cove down the way from me. And he went out for a spin.
It was a beautiful morning for a spin.
He didn't go much farther than this before he put her in reverse and went back towards the dock.
Although I really don't care much for getting up so early, sights like these make having to do so just a little more palatable.