There was no moon, but dawn was not far off as the sky that canopied
Morton Bay was a steely gray. A dark cloud blanketed South Stradbroke
Island, stretching from one end of the island and away to cover North
Stradbroke Island. The two sister islands and their cousins Morton and
Frazer all claimed a place in the Guinness Book of records as being the
Largest sand islands in the world. Darker still were the islands themselves,
Just distinguishable by the tell tail lighter patches where sand mining had
Taken place some ten years before, the trees that were planted to hide the
Islands scars had not yet accomplished their healing powers.

Voices echoed across the water as two fishermen prepared their boat for a
Days fishing. Their tones were not unpleasant to the ear, but seemed to
Be a part of the very Bay itself, each complimenting the other. The tranquility
Of the early morning, broken also by the steady purring of the boats outboard,
As finally it pushed it along the deep-water channel, and on out into the open
Bay. Intermittent flashing red and green lights marking their watery coarse
Into deeper water.

Venus, the morning star shone bright over South Stradbroke, and trailing behind
Her came The Little Dog Star, Procyon, and a faithful companion from time
Immemorial. Like the early morning walkers upon the earth they take their walk
Along the same pathway in the sky. Now in the early morning she is queen of all
She surveys, outshining all in her glorious majesty, her subjects dimming in abeyance.
Soon, Sol in all her glory will rise from her slumber, her appearance foreshadowed
By the golden rays of her tiara, edging the quilted clouds with brilliant silver and
Gold stitches, then shooting upwards like half opened fans of transparent golden silk.
Sorry about the way it turned out in its reproduction from the original.

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