It was the crack of dawn.
No, not like the crack of the plumber when he or she is working in the cabinet under your kitchen sink. But then again, if your plumber was in fact, a she and her name was Dawn then indeed that also would be "the crack of Dawn."
However, it was more like the crack a baseball makes when it connects directly with a high, inside fast pitch, sending the ball on it's way to a line-drive home run, clearing the bases for a grand slam.
But also like a visual crack, the kind you find when you hold your wine glass up to see if you have dried it properly after washing it and accidentally clinked it on the side of the sink in the process, thereby causing the glass's death knell with a crack from stem to lip.
It was in fact both those things, both visual and aural, which you might more accurately describe as "the crack(s) of dawn."
So you are thinking; 'What was it then?'
To that I respond; I don't know. I wasn't there.
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