Longleaf Stories

full circle in the hundred acre wood

Foggy sunrise at Bass Harbor

There are no curtains or shades over the windows in the bedroom downstairs. Lovely in theory. The king-sized bed nearly fills the room. It is surrounded by a floor border of polished wood. Bookshelves line the space underneath the bank of windows, which face directly onto the working harbor. 

The lobstermen begin to leave their precise moorings at 4:30 each morning, local time, the distinctive diesel rumble unmistakable through the four inch space in a raised window.

After the first night in the cottage, Buck and I sought retreat from this early morning splendor in the smaller, child’s bedroom upstairs. It has a solid wall on the easterly side. We found a way to block light from the room’s two windows, and piled pillows on the twin beds like children playing at building a fort.

This morning, I opened that upstairs bedroom door, stretching like a contented old cat and rubbing sleep from my eyes, grateful that my body was singing rather than complaining from yesterday’s mountain hike. I stepped into the other upstairs room. It’s set up as an office for the architect/owner. I literally gasped at the sight of the sunrise burning off fog in the harbor, and almost cried at the beauty. Even now, listening, I hear gulls, low murmur of engines (and the change in tone as gears shift), one man’s voice and his companion’s answer. Sunlight is on my fingers as I type, on my coffee mug which is white and adorned with gold moons and stars, and even on the mostly gone chunk of pumpkin chocolate-chip bread I bought at Gott’s Store yesterday.

Bass Harbor early morning

0 thoughts on “Sunrise Over Bass Harbor

  1. Barbara says:

    Ahhhh. That’s me letting out a contented sigh in appreciation of your lovely pictures and beautifully written observations.
    Very elegant portrait photo, too! 🙂


  2. Jill says:

    You describe it so beautifully – and isn’t it just that, a wondrously beautiful sight.


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