Sunday, January 13, 2013

Fog Horns

Awoke to the haunting lull of fog horns on the harbor.  The lowing started around 5 AM, I think.  It was still dark, and I gradually came to consciousness.  It is a pleasant way to wake. 

I keep thinking about the Ray Bradbury short story.  What will be conjured from the sea this morning?

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