Sundays by the Sea … Shore bird chatter presses landward, layered against the backdrop of whirring hummingbird wings and the staccato call of the flashy yellow oriole. A few walkers. A few dogs. Temperatures in the low 70s. The color of sunlight plays amidst the palm fronds and the pink and red garden flowers. Yes … morning … Grateful I am to inhale your intoxicating air.
roosters crow in the distance … so blessed to be in space where i can hear their call to morning
dogs begin their own conversation one house to the next .. a woof/bark that reaches all the way to Buster, who adds his voice to the symphony of canine expression
in the hour before light, each sound echos across the flat basin that flows to the sea from the foot of the sierra
i hear the chatter of early beach walkers, their figures shrouded in the dark, their voices announcing their presence before i can make out their shadowy forms .. girl talk, boy talk, start the day talk.
the crunch of footsteps on the gravelly sand – the neighbors and their dogs out for morning ‘duties’
pre-sunrise light paints the sea and the sky with corals, periwinkle blues, deep reds and brilliant yellow gold
a pelican splashes
the wind begins to ruffle the surface of the tranquil sea
a cruise ship waits to unload their guests for an exploration of our small town of Loreto.
morning. wednesday. for those of us with breath, we begin again.