Generations of Cabin Sunrises

“Get up!” my mother’s voice whispers again. “You must come now. The sunrise is simply glorious!

Our mother’s silhouette is outlined against a golden dawn, the first light catching the soft red of her hair. She is right. It is a glorious sunrise.

Get up! Get up!” I whisper to my adolescent sons sleeping dreamily in the same old metal beds of our family cabin’s porch. “Come see the sunrise! It’s awesome!

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