Down The Hill

     One of the joys of going to work in Duluth is getting a glimpse of Lake Superior. That’s especially true in the winter, when the morning drive often coincides with the sunrise. This morning was one of those days that makes you want to stop and go sit by the lake for about 15 minutes, but of course, I was in too much of a hurry.
      The sun was filtering itself through several bands of low-lying stratus, and the sky was peach and strawberry and tangerine all at once. The lake was calm, and two lakers were on the water, one pointed east and the other west. I had to stop and take a photo, which, as of midday Friday, is still posted on the News Tribune Web site, No telling how long it’ll be there. That depends on how other stories emerge for the day.
       One of the lakers was moving, headed down the lake to deliver taconite. The other, farther off, was at rest, perhaps waiting for a berth in the harbor.
        It was a fine moment, the kind that makes you glad you’ve chosen to live in a northern place on a great lake.