I was first at the Bay today to catch the early morning light even before the birds begin to appear. The sun whispers from over the horizon and then disappears behind the clouds admitting no more pink light to the sky.
I watch my reflection on the water and become aware of the gentle waves making sounds like subtle music that can almost not be heard. I love splashing around in water simply for the fun of it.
I thought I saw an angel playing in the sand jumping across the little water bridges that form between each grain. It was just a memory of a small child’s footprints, shovel and bucket used in the construction of holes and sand castles that came to mind. When ever I see sand angels something good happens.