Beach Shell Sunrise
Alone with the morning we sit on the flat cool sand to watch the brighting of the day, a box seat to the new fresh beginning, all to ourselves, majesty just for us to behold. The gently rolling waves rumble in and out lulling our cares and washing away any stress that is left from yesterday, a clean slate stretches out before us unmarked and ready for whatever mark we wish to make on such a stunning day.
Washed ashore to bask in the dawn with us a perfect shell lays nestled in the fine grains of golden sand, lifted from the ocean depths like a gift for us to behold. If we hold it to our ear we will hear the waves echoing back, the beach has a way of taking hold of all who linger near, capturing their soul and forever calling us home.