There are only a few things more stunning than a sunrise. The light is soft; an array of red, orange, and pink beam out of the horizon. Blue sky appears and clouds roll by gray and heavy or white and as thin as a whisper.
When the warm rays fade the lake and sky cool in deep blue or gray hues. The mornings are quiet; molecules vibrate as sound. Each dip of a paddle is soft and delicate.
By mid-day the heat burns. Seagulls chatter like children at a playground. Boats move across aisles and out towards the lake. Music booms and vibrates throughout the harbor. People line up at the food truck and bar; kids play in the pool and the sound of summer is full.
Crowds disperse as the sun slowly sinks behind a skyline of trees. Most of the boats have returned. A few remaining families enjoy the sunset and quiet creeps back into 31st St Harbor. Warm hues burn over the horizon; pink turns to purple. The water comes to a stillness and the last class comes down from inversions and into a peaceful savasana.