7:20am 41 degrees and I'm on the beach, drawn to walk the sunrise. At times my sneaker prints are solo on the sand, sharing space with a smattering of beached jellyfish. A line of pelicans flies low over the ocean, sometimes disappearing behind a wave, until they splat one by one onto their chosen fishing spot. A subtle shift in the color of the sky, and it's time. I stop. Face Mother Ocean with lips quivering, breath hanging in the air, hands clinging to the coffee mug's remaining warmth. A smile spreads wide across my face as Sunbella's golden light spreads across the ocean. The waves swell to greet her. The day begins.
The hot shower washes away my chill, loosens my neck and shoulder tension from yesterday's editing. A piece of peanut butter toast, a mug full of coffee, and I'm ready to write.
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