Sunrises are always beautiful regardless of where one is viewed. However, to me they seem more magical when there's water involved. Especially dynamic coastal waters with waves and foam, splashing and loud and salty with reflections of color and light that shifts with the rise and fall of the tide.
Jess and I rose at 5:15am and switched on the coffee maker which we'd set up the night before to save time. Sand colored coffee cups in one hand, cameras around our necks we struck off for the beach in the early morning gloom. Not another soul was stirring. The waking beach and ocean were grayed violet blue, the sky the color of a pale opal. A diminishing thunderhead to the east blocked the sunrise for the longest time.
The opposite direction demanded attention as a vase of blue pushed upward into the sky, water and sand reflecting the spectacle in symphony.
Jessica was spellbound, meditative. I left her alone to her thoughts as she stared eastward awaiting the sun's arrival.
The scattering, dark clouds began exhibiting pink-silver linings, a glorious announcement that things were about to change.
The sun breaks free of the clouds and the beach lights up...
As the waters dance...