At around 4:30 this morning we were awakened by foghorns; a first since we moved to this island 12 years ago, despite our proximity to the water. There were clearly several different boats involved: two horns were actually a perfect third apart, their intermittent harmonies occasionally anchored by an unusually deep and sonorous blast -- a container ship, perhaps?They're silent now -- the fog has already begun to lift -- but the damage is done: I am now wide awake and eager for the day, which will be filled with more music -- a singing group this morning, and a concert tonight -- to begin. May music fill your ears and hearts today as well...
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