Last night, when I opened my bedroom window a gentle breeze lifted the curtains like a child playing hide and seek. I went to bed at a decent hour (not easy for a night owl like me) and looked forward to waking up refreshed at 7am this morning. I fell asleep listening to the sound of the occasional car driving past the house.
This morning, I was pulled from dreamland by a persistent noise. With my bleary, nearsighted eyes, I first checked the time (5:45am) and then squinted at the window. The sky seemed bright but grey. Then the noise sounded again.
Whuzzat? Huh? I know that noise. Ugh. Fog horn, those persistent
little buggers. Surely, in this day and age there is another,
less noisy way, to warn boats of the shore. I stumbled out
of bed and shut the window. Then, I pulled a pillow
over my head and tried to go back to sleep.
When I emerged from my tortured slumber an hour later, the sky was sunny and bright.
There are many perks of living so close to the harbour and then there are those early morning wake-up calls.