I’m solar powered.

Getting up at the crack of dawn, bounding out of bed and marking a new record where the span of time between alarm sounding and my tootsies on the sand was less than 5 minutes, then catching the world in the act of starting over brings me a sense of calm and replenishes my spirit. Yesterday and the headaches or heartaches that came with it are nothing in the face of this neon sorbet sky. It’s vapor.

The lapping of the waves on the shell crusted shoreline (coming or going? I can never remember…). the whisper of my footprints being made, the snap of the shutter.

In the presence of salt heavy air may be the only time you’ll catch me spontaneously and uncontrollably happy in the morning without having coffee. I’m sorry you weren’t here to witness the miracle.