I hadn’t been to Forest Beach to see the sunrise in a long, long time.
And yesterday’s rising, did not disappoint.
At that early hour, you could juuust make out the shapes in the far osprey nest in the marsh.
By the time I had made my way down to the shore, the sun had cleared the treetops and was lazily hovering over the houses that line the beach.
Its glowing radiance echoed in the gentle waves spilling toward shore…
In the windows of a nearby beach house…
And on the bellies of the stints that were feeding and preening at the water’s edge.
It was the kind of sunrise that made you so grateful for the quiet.
The kind you can only truly relish, when all is still and hushed.
When I finally headed back to my car, I could see the sun out beyond the marsh, continuing its slow rise through the hot, humid air.
Oh to be an osprey, I whispered, Out there in the marsh!
Wakening to such magic, each and every morning… ❤