In Search of Breakfast

I tiny boat, silhouetted against the sunrise, on his way out in search of breakfast.

There’s a special light in the early morning and early evening that can’t be mimicked. And a special quiet to the world in those early hours before the rest of the world get around to moving about and getting their work done.

Some of my best friends are nightowls who rise late and stay up most of the night. But I’ve never been one of them. There’s nothing quite like an early morning walk along the water.