the sunrise holds much promise
Let’s start with the best one and work backward. Even though I was on vacation, I wasn’t sleeping in much. The slow mornings started before sunrise with a pot of coffee percolating, each family member stumbling onto the balcony in their pajamas for a sleepy glimpse at sunrise while my dad occasionally worked over the stove whipping up a batch of pancakes. The sunrises were beautiful. What I loved about them most was they were a quiet rendezvous each morning for us. One by one we rose from a slumber fueled by fresh seafood dinners and plenty of wine. The mornings held such promise of idle afternoons and peaceful evenings. I found my dad a few times staring out over the water while the sea breeze battered our varying forms of bed head. I don’t know if we said much more than a “good morning” to each other, but we were both hoping for an explosion of color to appear. It was a nice rhythm to live by. One day I slept in only to be awoken by an intense pink shadow crawling into my bedroom. That was this sunrise (photo above – straight from camera). With a single fishing trawler cruising by, the water was dead calm but alive with fuchsia. Perfect. Carolina Beach, NC, was good to us.