We woke up late. My intent was to get to the beach while it was still dark and hunker down in the beach chairs to watch the sun rise but we didn’t quite make it that early. When we arrived the sand was delightfully cool on the feet, a gift in and of itself. There were still a few hours before it would collect enough sun to burn our soles and make us run for flip flops or the nearest island of shade.
The tide was in, which made the beach smaller than usual. There were very few beach walkers and the sun worshippers were yet to arrive.
I took deep breaths, and thought about this young morning and how much promise it held. We are truly in control of our own destiny, aren’t we? We have choices. What would this day bring?
