Floating City

The alarm went off at 4:45 and we hemmed and hawed and almost went back to sleep. But we dragged ourselves out of bed to go to see the whimbrel migration before work.

No whimbrels but a magnificent sunrise, more streaming flocks of cormorants skimming the water on their way to a feeding frenzy, a blackbird plucking flowers to line her nest and a snail, its shell backlit by the dawn light.

I could get to love the morning. It was a let down to go to work and sit in front of a computer after three days off and such a beautiful start to the day.

This was the last day we could go. So it's the last of this mini-series of Toronto, floating in the mist.