Some mornings on the Peconic River are quietly beautiful, some burst with brilliant pinks or vibrant oranges. Sometimes I watch the red rubber ball rise up, other times I am captivated by the subtle pinkish glow at the horizon. Awesome grays mingle with the clouds in inclement weather and foggy mornings envelop me in its peaceful mood. Whatever the sky does, it brings joy to be still and in the moment, on my river.
Every morning opens to reveal a new splendor!