Sunrise, sunrise. Looks like mornin’ in your eyes.
The ocean holds a special place of magic in my heart because we don’t have them in Colorado. There is an extra dose of the beauty that I don’t get to see everyday. That magic really does do magical things when it gets into my blood – like make me suggest waking up for the sunrise. I am not a morning person in any sense of the definition. Working for myself has only solidified the lifestyle I so contently hold onto of staying up past midnight & awaking on my own mid morning. Being that I am good with directions & have a thing for new experiences, I knew the only way to get the sun over that Atlantic Ocean was to wake up early for sunrise.
So I woke up early for sunrise. And I walked to the beach wearing what I wore to bed, throwing on a hat to help tame the bed head that lurked beneath. I yawned more times than I could count but I awed twice as many. With each minute the colors would change as more of the sunlight would disperse into the day. I watched the ocean as the waves continued to crash on the shore. I watched the birds run around & fly into the sunrise as if they knew just how magical this time of day was.
And I watched the people, the rest of us that gathered to watch such a thing. Some sitting. Some walking. Some jogging. But all here together at the dawn of a new day.