another rising sun series

With a heron thrown in for good luck

As the sun rises I see different clouds, different hues, different things. Within the soundless rising, midst the guttural squawk of a heron, the screech of gulls, and the bossy calling of  crows, are experiences beyond measure. 

I hope you enjoy our walk to the Lock almost as much as Alanagh, Molly, Joshua, and I did.

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