Rugby Point, Lake Metigoshe, North Dakota
The water is like glass, reflecting the sky. The horizon – mauve to pink to orange to pale yellow to blue.
I think I’m the only one up, except for a few mosquitos. One annoys me, buzzing my ear.
No traffic, no machines, and no birds, not yet. And then a water bird, sounding out a stuttering moan. Across the lake I can see a set of creeping headlights through dense trees. It sounds like a heavy vehicle.
A twittering bird and a “scree scree.” A solitary bird flies over. A dove in the distance – coo coo coo. Then a small group of birds takes flight, from inland and out over the lake. A line of clouds hovers, southeast.
Ripples start on the lake. And the surface has turned pink, welcoming the coming of the sun. More birds join in – twittering and tweeting.
I hear a pop as (I think) a fish surfaces nearby. A few ducks quack. It is still cool – sweatshirt needy.
The clouds on the horizon are showing salmon-colored underbellies. The sun is still behind the tree line…I watch it creeping up, closer and closer, along the tops of the trees.
The sun breaks the horizon, a huge golden ball, reflected on the water, a golden flame.