Dawn in Duluth

I am still onto the light, this morning as I was standing by window looking out into the blackness of Lake Superior, a twinkling huge shape appeared. Bright white lights, like a big rectangle christmas tree - twinkling in the early morning pre-dawn. I watched as the ship moved along the lake, twinkling, moving north, out into the next great lake, and probably all the way to the ocean. We are not land locked here in the upper in midwest, we have ancient roots: water and light in guide us on the land.