Not a post, but sort of an ending

Open a box from your seldom-visited storage unit, and what do you find? Why, memories, of course. Four sets of swim fins, in this instance. Two pair of these U.S.Divers/Aqua Lung fins have tasted the waters of the Pacific Ocean, as well as a few bordering seas, lakes and rivers. Another pair has known Lake Superior and Lake Michigan, as well as a few less significant lakes and rivers. The fourth and final pair -- from where do these companions come; what waters have they explored? Well, not all questions are meant to be answered. A bit of mystery makes life more interesting, does it not? Oh, yes -- the music -- no mystery there. The song is part of a sunrise portrait painted for eternity within the depths of my memory of awaking on a July morning from the heat of the sun on my face as I slept on a stretch of near-white sand forming a seemingly endless Lake Superior beach. (I believe that might be the longest sentence I ever have written.) I was quickly on my feet, running up the beach. I wanted music to match my adrenalin of the moment. My Suburban of those days had six speakers within it, and the sounds of "Sunrise" and "July Morning" from Uriah Heep began rocking through the air. I sat there for a long time, on that sandy beach, staring out over The Lake to end all lakes and the woodlands bordering it. Time did not exist there. It could have been a million years ago. I could have been the only man living upon the earth. And, yes. One pair of those fins is part of that memory. About midnight the night before, I had used them to swim out and out and further out into The Lake beneath the radiance of a full moon. I should write more about that lonely swim sometime .... hmmm. There were two full moons in July that year, and I swam in The Lake beneath both of them. It was my last summer of living by The Lake -- possibly, my last summer of actually living. Rock on ....

Sunrise

Performed by Uriah Heep / Bernie Shaw, vocalist
Composed by Jarvis Cocker, Stephen Mackey, Nick Banks, Candida Doyle, Mark Webber & Peter Mansell

Sunrise, and the new day's breaking through.
The morning of another day without you.
And as the hours roll by
no one's there to see me cry
except the sunrise,
the sunrise and you.

Tired eyes drift across the shore.
Looking for love and nothing more.
But as the sea rolls by
no one's there to see me cry
except the sunrise,
the sunrise and you.

Sunrise, bless my eyes.
Catch my soul,
make me whole again.

Sunrise, new day heed my song.
I'm tired of fighting and fooling around.
But from now until who knows when?
My sword will be my friend.
And I'll love you...love you for all of my time.

Sunrise, bless my eyes.
Catch my soul,
make me whole again.
Sunrise.