Monday, January 11, 2016

easing into the morning



It was dark when my feet reached the sand. The cloud bank was low in the sky with a deep steely grey that forecasted a colorless sunrise. The ocean was warm and foamy and I was content to just be there. Thin strips of color reached out from the rising sun, just enough to remind me that the day was beginning silently, as if a meditation had swept over the horizon.  

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