Banabear woke me up at around six o'clock this morning and excitedly told me to go out and watch the beautiful view of the horizon from the harbor of the condo where we are staying. It was, indeed, a beautiful sight as the color of the sky changed at the breaking of the dawn, illuminating the calm waters.
We were standing on the dock for about five to ten minutes when we saw ripples on the waters which grew stronger and stronger. It was a very quiet and calm morning and there was no boat within the vicinity which could've caused the rippling effect. We, therefore, wondered why there was a sudden strong surge in the water. My very fertile imagination began to entertain thoughts about sea monsters or whales suddenly popping out of the water so I started to move back while at the same time admonishing banabear to move back, too. Two minutes later, the waters began to calm down. What could that be? hehe!
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Sung by Cat Stevens