Morning has broken
5.30 in the morning. Your little boat floats quitely on the water. The fog that lies lightly on the softly flowing waters of the Biesbosch, still mutes the sounds of the birds. You look up and you see the golden rays of the sun just touching the smooth surface of the water, filtered by the fog. You don't dare to look away because you know that one special moment will be gone next time you look. You just sit there, you watch and you enjoy. And you know.. it's going to be a glorious day.