An early spring trip to the shore found the Great Lake mostly devoid of ice and activity. The hue of he sky reflected on the waters surface, broken only by a stray piece of ice here and there. As though a nod to the rising sun the beacons cast the last of their light to welcome the day. The morning, strangely warm but expectedly calm, was ushered along by a warm breeze like a spring kiss. The clouds covered the skies and let through only light with shades of blue. Slowly the blue was replaced with the Gray of the clouds but for now a splash of color entertained the senses.