During winter to get to work on time, I have to start my mile hike to the truck around 8 AM. This is right about the time of sunrise. The snow crunches underfoot and the air smells just as crisp. The open water of Lake Huron leads to eastern horizon. The morning sun slowly climbs out of bed, rising from behind Cockburn Island, Canada.
Aeolus, god of air and wind, quietly slumbers. The dark water begins to reflect deep purple and maroon on its still surface. As the sun rises the water has a jewel of brilliant gold. It is like no other sight I’ve seen.
I feel honored to be able to witness the dawning of the day.