St. Augustine Beach, Florida
Sunday, November 11, 2007
6:30am. Riled myself from dreams and groggily stumbled down to the beach to see the sun rise from behind the Atlantic.
It was windy but the air was warming. I felt so incredibly fortunate to be on such a beautiful beach with so few people. There were the walkers, the photographers, the coffee-drinkers...sharing the edge of the sea with speedy shorebirds and drifting pelicans. It felt like the first moment of stillness on my little journey, as I watched the sky change colors and lift the sun from behind the waves.
The color of the sun had the intensity of embers in a fire, reflecting on its watery, salty stage, as it slipped behind thin layers of blue-gray clouds and back out again, and I marveled how this grand event repeats every morning, and yet I rarely slow down long enough to watch.
This morning feels like vacation.
