Saturday, July 5, 2008
It isn't very often these days that I manage to get these old bones moving early enough to catch the sunrise, even though I do believe that it is the best part of the day. Today I did it.
Even during 4th of July weekend, at 6:am you have the streets pretty much to yourself. Only the fishermen venture out at that hour.
I drove down to Cape May. It was a cloudy morning. No brilliant red and gold in the sky. But I thought it was pretty. I stopped first along Route 109 at the spot where fishermen had pulled up in their pick ups and set out on their party boats for the day. Mostly tourists. I really couldn't find much elbow room there, so I went on down the road to the Fishermen's Memorial. There, I was alone. No party boats. Just a few sail boats riding at anchor.
The lovely statue of the widow and children stood with me, watching the sun struggling to rise through the clouds.
It was very peaceful and quiet. As much as I love people, I also love my solitude, and really appreciated that peace.
I haven't been down to the Memorial for quite a while. There is also a large marble monument where the names of all of the Cape May fishermen lost at sea have been inscribed. I see that their families and friends have been bringing small tokens to leave, as they would at graves in a cemetery. Many more names than I remember.
There are now daisies, lilies, and several other flowers planted around the statue. Really lovely. Someone has done a beautiful job here. The garden had not been planted the last time I was here.
I enjoyed my quiet visit, and as I drove home, the sun did make a valiant attempt to break through.
It almost succeeded for a short time.
Later in the day it did manage - at least for a while. Maybe it will stay with us long enough for the yard sale across the street to be successful.