Below Sunday Bay
You wake before the alarm sounds, moonlight through a window reducing the room to muted grays and blacks. You lay still for a moment, adrift in that vague place between sleeping and waking, your mind on the trip ahead. Everything was prepared carefully the day prior — batteries charged, cooler loaded, charts studied, leaders tied, etc. — so there’s time to snooze, but you roll onto your feet anyway, driven by an old, familiar excitement.
