I woke before the sun had peeked her head above isla carmen and decided to walk the beach in it’s pre-dawn darkness. In the distance, the wail of waking roosters echoed down the arroyo and mingled with the guttural purr of diesel transports getting a jump on the day.
At the water line, only the sound of small waves slapping on and moving beach stones broke the zen-like silence. Morning – before morning – exquisite.
The shadowy shapes of foraging shorebirds began to appear, thankful, as was I, that the winds of yesterday had momentarily waned, and the sea was once again a lake like mirror of glass.
The palms were still. The residences of Loreto, for the most part, still ‘snug in their beds.’
When the sun finally crested the horizon, it was as if the sky cried out – “I’m here! I’m here!” – welcoming with broad arms the beginnings of a new day.
To wake with such exquisite peace seems to me – the ultimate luxury.