Very early this morning, hoping to erase the memories of my soul mate; the one person who truly appreciated and enjoyed the beach as much as I do, I walked to the beach. What I found was a cherished moment to help me forget, as the beach inspired my soul and lifted my spirits. When you truly believe that weeping through the night will be followed by joy in the morning, walk the beach early enough to see the glory that I saw this morning.
The sun! Oh my, what a sun! It was as if God woke the sun earlier than usual today, and then taking his hand, he gently and slowly slid the clouds aside so that the sun could throw a splatter of light over the ocean water along the beach. My breath slowed and then stopped, as I waited for the light to find its way to the pulverized rocks lining the edge of the water. All of the shades found in the colored rock and shells making up the soft sand, were highlighted with extreme detail. Dancing light was skipping along the sand finding ways to bring out sparkles, as though they were hidden, precious jewels.
Suddenly realizing that I wanted to be a part of the moment, I could no longer sit and watch this magnificent light show. My feet hurried to the wet sand, so that my toes could dig deep into the mush. I began walking slowly, and as I walked the clouds thinned, and the bright sun drenched sky opened the beach for business. The day had begun. I knew that it was time for me to go, but I promised myself that I would return soon to see another glorious morning, as I hoped that my weeping would dissipate each time I remembered the joy of that morning on the beach.
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