Sunrises

On our vacation trip to St.Johns, Maine and other coastal towns around the Canadian border, I woke up everyday at 5 to catch the sunrises. All alone on the freshly washed deck, with just this side of the cold winds flapping my shawl around me, the incredibly quiet hum of the liner cutting thru the ocean and the intermittent call of a seagull when coming close to shore were music to my ears, was a massage for my jaded nerves and a call from the heavens to feel small and insignificant but oh so happy in front of all this splendour spread out before me.

Just want to share the beauty with you.