Wednesday, August 20, 2008

It Was the East

I woke up one morning in Canada because there was a big orange ball of light glowing on the wall beside my head, and I was all, "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" because I am so very Shakespearean in the A.M.
It was the sun arising once again to kill the envious moon.
Out on the dock, I think I heard an angel sing "Good morning, Jelly!" (And, "Welcome back to Canada!")


Eva said...

WOW! What a photo! What a wonderful view to wake up to!

Nomad said...

And then you grabbed your rods and reels and proceeded to fish the rest of the morning, right?

Welcome back.

arachesostufo said...

un giro a scorzè o almeno sul mio blog è obbligatorio, ciao

Jelly said...

Thanks, Eva!
Nomad, I didn't go fishing this time around, but the kids were catching loads off the end of the dock. (Mostly bass, too! We used to get sunfish when I was a kid.) There were a couple guys trolling around in rain gear on this sweet fishing boat on overcast days, and I bet they were reeling 'em in. It made me think of you.