You know the soundtrack. Sure, you can hear it, looking at this photo - that same lilting melody used over and over to announce dawn in the Warner Brothers cartoons. We didn't know then that it was real music - the "Morning Melody" was sister to the dwarf-march of "In the Hall of the Mountain King" and all of those tunes were far from looney. We get up early at the lake. 5 a.m., usually. Early enough to see Orion wheeling to the north, eternally chasing Taurus, eternally trailed by his faithful hounds. We watch the sun come up over the water, gently as it did this past Saturday morning, or in flame a few weeks ago, or sifting the clouds gray by gray. Later that same morning, we saw the white deer, picking its way to the water's edge like a harp passage, or maybe an oboe solo for the eerie magic of its presence. Later yet, as we beat harborward from a full day of sailing, a bald eagle flared overhead like a trumpet fanfare. What a programme!
My third novel, Blood Clay, will appear in November from Press 53. It is set in Piedmont North Carolina, my home since 1997.
Other books: Wake Wake Wake, a poetry collection; Fidelities, a short story collection; a novel about the 1970s called Survivor; and an SF novel way back when, Neena Gathering, in Brazil published as Mundo Perdido.
I teach at North Carolina A and T State University after a long career as a newspaper reporter and editor. And late in life I have taken up sailing - look for High Cotton on Lake Kerr.
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