I greeted the sun at Higgins Beach in Scarborough, sitting in my car. If I'd remembered to pack gloves I might have gotten out and walked the wet sand as the pink glow on the horizon dimmed with the first glimpse of fiery orange in the distance above the leafless trees. Two people walked and talked as their dogs sniffed, scampered and returned to the sides of their owners, bundled head to foot in the chill air. The edges of the waves sparkled in red before they crested. Far out in the open water the hulk of a tanker making for port moved slowly.

Soon I'll be home again, this afternoon. Tomorrow I'll watch the sun rise over Head Harbor Island.