“The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour… and for an hour at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers the rest of the day and night.” Thoreau
A primal alertness often awakens me in the pre-dawn hours, and I am drawn to the beach. My almost-empty shoulder bag cradles my camera and has reserve space for treasures I might find along the way. Locking the door, I step into the darkness. A primal serenity cloaks the darkened beach, and the barreling waves glow with foamy phosphorescence. My eyes adjust to the low light as a gauzy veil of delicate mist caresses my skin; walking briskly, I cross over the floatsam and set a brisk pace to catch the first light of the day.
At times the lone trail of a sea turtle instantly diverts my attention, and I scan to see if she has returned to the sea. Continue reading