early morning
quietly paddling up the lake
slipping through calm waters
the moon still hangs low in the sky
a loon calls from a cove
sounding beautiful and lonely
spotting a pair of large black wings
flying against the tree line
we change our course
and are gifted by a bald eagle on its perch
looking for breakfast
it is time for ours
we head back home
pam's pearl street peaches and yogurt wrapped in crepes
smith smokehouse bacon
coffee and the ny times
a perfect Sunday morning
in Maine
I hope you had a good weekend too
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