Visiting some places, you might stay abed till you hear the sounds of the household awakening. Not so, here. Being the first one up is a great pleasure and reminds you - if you're in need of reminding - that early morning is, without a doubt, the very best time of the day.
It was another fine day on the marsh. When I arrived late yesterday, it was low tide. Now the water's up, the sun is warming, the breeze is light and cool - the weather, in short, is gorgeous.
It's easy to see egrets on the move at this time of day when so much is in shadow. Their swift flight would seem to be at odds with the stillness of wetlands, but their silent grace seems to enhance the early morning serenity rather than detract from it.
Usually, the "stillness" is a mistaken impression anyway. Even when the egrets have settled, and the breeze is not enough to sway the sweetgrass, eventually you'll notice an occasional reed floating on the surface, in or out with the tide. Then perhaps you'll hear a fish break the surface. . . or see a ripple in the glass. . .
And if the breeze should fail completely, you can retire to the porch to thwart the "no see 'ems" and still enjoy the morning.
You captured the peacefulness both visually and verbally. Very nice.
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