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wrap up a great day with cockpit conversations, followed by a good book and a solid night’s sleep in our berths. Morning Comes Early That same orange sun-ball rises maddeningly early when you’re sleeping on a boat. It peeks through every hatch and portal it can find, teaming up with the sound of water lapping on the hull to prod you above deck. An early crabber’s workboat swings by with its rolling wake and the muff led Doppler thrum of its diesel engine. No worries ~ our boat is named First Light for a reason. A pot of coffee is brewing as I roll from my berth. Morning is most beautiful on

a boat. The low early light illuminates the cove and ref lects the shoreline’s deep greens and blues in long watercolor strokes on the water. There is just a hint of cerulean blue ref lected where the sun is winning out over the soft mist. Low-hanging foliage and brush along the shore make shadowy caves for fish and birds. The lime green of a forgotten willow weeps over the mirrored water, and the bright green tips of the loblollies above stand out in the mist. The splash of something unknown near the shore ripples in perfect concentric circles, to the tune of an ever-present multilayered bird symphony. The throaty piercing squawk of a great blue

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