I need to see the sun rise. I said it first to myself then I said it aloud to others. I knew it would rise but I had to make sure, to remind myself. I needed to bear witness to the dawn of a new day and let it bear witness that I am here, that we are still here. So much has changed since that Tuesday night in November.
Up early, hard packed sand under my feet. Waves flirt with the beach, rolling in and then retreating. Some things haven’t changed.
On the horizon there are clouds and haze but no waking eye. A discless dawn. Some days are just cloudy and hazy. Filtered by clouds and haze the light still came, like a morning kiss. Be like the light.
I found a piece of a sand dollar, the downpayment on a new day.
Then it happened, at 06:44.
The sun did not break through the clouds and haze. It rose above them. Be like the sun.
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Photo by Michael K. Marsh. Mustang Island Conference Center, Episcopal Diocese of West Texas.
Interrupting the Silence 
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