Navy blue puffs of cloud skim the surface of Lake Huron at dawn. Spread like a layer of cotton candy, the clouds turn dark blue as the rising sun brings light from the east. For a moment or two, the pink morning light glistens on the marbled water and dances in the sky.
"Get up! I'm coming," says the great Sun Orb as it rises from the horizon line. Pushy Old Sun. What is he thinking? Who would want to avoid the promise of a perfect fall day in the Great Lakes country!
Copyright 2013
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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