Cheyenne accepts my preference with good grace and jumps out of the car with enthusiasm.
Enthusiasm that shrivels a little when she realizes we are back here again...
With late sunrises thanks to extended Summer Time I can get home from work, park the Bonneville and shuffle Cheyenne into the car before the sun has even hit the horizon.
Twelve minutes later I can be parked off the Overseas Highway at the south end of the Bahia Honda (deep bay) Bridge camera in hand.
And there to fiddle with apertures and shutter speeds while my Labrador snuffles through the rotting seaweed and thick grasses to see what she can find.
I suppose one could argue that a solid Florida Keys sunrise is a cliché, but if it is, so be it.
I like watching the sun come up on another day. Thursday, today, promises to be great.
Traffic is never very far away and for most people seven in the ante meridian is commute time and they are busy rushing.
For me the work day is over, and has been for a couple of hours, sleep overtakes me at seven am and I am ready for bed just as the sun is about to start getting busy.
It really is quite spectacular; pity the poor drunks home abed sleeping it off.
It doesn't last too long so here as in so much else in life, timing is everything.
Cheyenne stopped right there and announced by her immobility she was ready to go home to breakfast.
I wanted to press on another forty yards and get a proper view out over the water.
As pointed out previously this tiny slope is the nearest thing to a hill for miles around.
It's hard to get proper panoramic views when life is lived at sea level.
Better this than a foggy morning or a snowfield, for me. Besides it was pleasantly cool, less than eighty degrees and copious coverage with repellent kept the mosquitoes at bay.
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