Sometimes it just doesn’t come. There’s just nothing there, or at least not much. You watch and listen but catch no signal, see no sign. Then, there it is! It’s quiet and peaceful, the sun rising, the world still cool, providing a soft salty breeze.
There’s no one here but me and the sand pipers racing up and down the beach, chased by the surf, then chasing it back down the beach and sinking their needle thin beaks into the sand, picking out tiny worms one after another, always avoiding the waves as they recede back into the sea and are absorbed by the sand. There’s also the undisturbed paw prints of a dog and its owner who were here before me. I rise early but it always seems someone’s been here earlier. I’ve always thought I’d like the people who are here earlier than me. We likely like the same things, or at least similar things, obviously one being early mornings and quiet moments to think and start the day, cool breezes before the sun heats things up and brings out the greenheads and no-see-ums
Maybe that’s what’s best about being among the early risers? Being here to see what most others don’t, watching the prelude to the day, catching the quiet signals, noticing the subtle signs, being resigned to that being more than enough.
Oh my gosh. I miss the beach. You make it sound just like I remember it🥰
beautiful. love the bethany reference and photos. you'll have to do one for figure 8 island this summer