I’ve been staying at the beach (but that’s another story, or post) and enjoying the moments as I notice them, one by one.
Sometimes, I wake up before the sun, although that’s harder to do now that I’m on standard time. But when I do manage it, the line of where the water meets the sky on the far horizon mesmerizes me. So much potential in that line, the dawn light signaling a whole new day. Whatever I didn’t get right yesterday, I have another chance today. What was left undone, I can do today. Or I can just stand and look out at the horizon and be in the moment, letting my thoughts drift where they may.
By afternoon, I’m ready for a walk on the beach, enjoying the low tide and the hard-packed sand. I take off my shoes and let the water splash between my toes and up to my ankles. The more I walk, the straighter my back becomes, the anxieties of the day rolling off my shoulders, carried away by the gentle breeze.
If I time it right, I take a walk at the Golden Hour, just before the sun disappears behind the tall condo buildings that line much of the beach here. The little plovers and I enjoy these last moments of light before darkness falls and the day slides to a close. I let the sound of the waves envelop me as I walk home and nod at the half moon high overhead in the deep blue sky.
We have to get back to the beauty of just being alive in this present moment.