Today my family woke up early, in order to witness something truly magical. At 4 AM we set out for the beach with our sweat pants on, and big blankets wrapped around us. I was skeptical of the trip mostly because I hate waking up early, but the moment we arrived I realized why my parents thought it was so special.
The swirls of dark purples, and blues, bright reds, oranges and yellows looked as if a rainbow was not in its true form, but spilled out across a canvas ever changing with each wave rolling on to the sandy beach. The colors becoming more fierce and distinct as time went on.
I did not know life could be so still and quiet, yet so alive at the very same moment. As we sat on the beach, coffees in hand and multiple blankets surrounding us we did not talk much. As if each finally finding some peace and quiet to evaluate our life, and let the whisper of the wind and the melody of arpeggiated waves break the surfaces of our hearts and minds. Each of us taking in the miracle in front of us uniquely, and individualizing it to fit into our thoughts and dreams, it reminds me of what the poet Jane Van Doe once said, “…Notes for the eyes, a song to see, the magic in the symphony, of a sunrise. The melody is brief, the day is born, tas colors fade and lose the form, of a sunrise. Men toil by day and love by night, but only dreamers cherish the light, of a sunrise.”
