the morning
sky speaks
in
blue-pink, soft gold and grey
stories softly
shared
This January 30 marks six years of walking the beach at sunrise just about every day - in summer and winter, on 60 degree mornings and six degree mornings, in 32 inches of snow and in soft dusted sand, taking a few pictures - except when we were somewhere away. If we were, I'd try to find water and walk there. I called the project "Each Day New Grace" and I came to find out it was so. Each day, on even the grayest, something beautiful would unfold. I started to look at nature much more closely and gained so many insights from the natural world. So often, after a churning, stormy day at the beach, or a string of them, there'd be the most still water under the prettiest sky. This year, I hope to also jot down a haiku about a small moment observed each day at sunrise. The walks, the world outside: a daily gift.
