A crack of dawn drive out to see the ‘Sconset sunrise.
Here’s the road:
Maybe we should have left at 4:45, instead of 5.
The clouds are already reflecting glory.
softly, in the mist.
Dawn over an ancient ocean.
Reflected in a Codfish Park window.
And the eyes of a rosehip munching rabbit.
Peeking ’round the porch.
grass sparkling in the mist.
Back to training for the Nantucket Triathlon.
Serenity, for the eye and soul,
makes it worth rising before the sun.