memories.
three weeks ago today, my saturday morning routine went something like this:
- wake at 5am to a dark silent house
- climb three flights of stairs to the kitchen to make coffee
- open the giant doors to be greeted by the sea and stars
- sit in the big white chair wrapped in a blanket, sip coffee and gaze at the horizon line
- watch as the faint pink line begins to glow and deepen to red
- when it is light enough, take coffee and camera and head to the sand
- quietly and respectfully navigate other morning beachsitters as they experience their own sunrise
- literally hold back tears as the sea slowly gives you a giant ball of fire
- love how your skin is glowing golden pink
- forget holding back the tears
- feel small and powerful at the same time
- love how everyone knows the exact time to start being social with cheerful greetings
- wish for girlfriends in everyday life who say, "good morning beautiful" and mean it
