A faint crescent moon hangs low in the azure sky as the last pinpricks of starlight disappear into the brightening day. Quiet, repetitious sounds float up from nearly invisible waves lapping the beach. A cool mist hangs at the water?s edge, obscuring the early morning light into a luminescent, golden glow. One can?t help but feel a sense of easy calm in this magically surreal moment, as if caught in a universal shift, a sort of heaven-on-Earth amid the Lake Shore Fog.