The lighthouse at my back, I face the brightening eastern sky. All is quiet, except for distant boat motors, lapping water against the retaining wall, and an eight-year-old boy gasping in wonderment over the miracles of morning light and its colors.
An egret lands near the docks. Now, completely still, it continuously scans the water for breakfast. And then ... SPLASH!!! A fish struggles in its long beak.
The steamy, salty air rises from the ground. I breathe it in, then out. I feel it creeping over my skin — a baptism by ocean and heat. Cleansed and fully present, I greet the day and walk through the morning portal.