The cup of coffee, Cafe Verona from Starbucks, tasted so good. Then I looked up and saw the horizon lighting up with the line of light that Ed and I call "crack of dawn."
Coffee aside, I reached for the Nikon and headed out to the terrace.
A cloud layer, lingering over the horizon, reflected the sun, still a few degrees below the horizon. There, along the distant line, a ship was headed north. Upbound for the Soo or headed to Chicago or Duluth, the ship formed a momentary silhouette against the sky.
"They are upbound before sunrise," I thought, and headed back to my coffee.
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