My father and I were the early risers in my house growing up. He made cinnamon toast and cream of wheat; he drove me, in the dark, to the skating rink, where I practiced double lutzes and flips (and tried to control my scratch spins) before the first bell at Radnor High. We were known, in our family, as the morning people, and I thought nothing of that until I went to college and discovered that I was one of the few out at dawn. One of the few crouched beneath the lamp of a not-yet-winter day.
I married a late sleeper and gave birth to one. The mornings have always been my own. But here at Hilton Head I found my morning brethren, out on the beach, waiting for sun. It's a sweet salmon blue out there before the sun cracks the horizon. And then the sun is a fireball. It's a globe of pink fire that puts a fuzz down on the lens. It defies accuracy, and capture.
This morning, we morning people stood and watched the sun do its thing. Then we got to work beneath its glaring streak, being the regular people we have also taught ourselves to be.
beautiful pic and story.
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Me too! I mean I'm a morning person married to an night owl. We both love the hours we have alone while the rest of the world sleeps.
I wish I was a morning person. Nope-night owl. I love the photo.
Oh, I love your posts! That sounds wonderful! The cream-of-wheat reference brought back a flood of memories from my childhood (I was a papergirl ... up EARLY ... and cream-of-wheat was one of my favorite breakfasts to come home to after a cold morning of delivering papers!).
I've never been to Hilton Head, Beth, but reading your posts these past few days, I feel like I've been there beneath that sun. I want to reach out and feel that dolphin's wet skin.
I don't recall seeing a sunrise, but the sunset on Cape Cod was magnificent. It is amazing how fast the sun moves across the sky and the colors it radiates. You stand in awe watching. Enjoy your time in Hilton Head.
Ever since I had my children, I've been a morning person. I love love those quiet stretches when things are still and the day has not yet arrived.
My night-bird years are over, and I'm just fine with that...
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We're not late sleepers; we're night people!
My husband would be out there with you watching the sun rise over the ocean. Not me, though - I'd be back at the condo, sleeping in.
There's nothing I love more than an early morning walk on the beach, watching the sunrise. Perfectly sublime.