So we woke at 0600 this morning to sit in the half light on a deserted beach and listen to the South Pacific Crashing on the shore, and hissing as it dragged back out, pulling shingle with it.
It was cool, but not cold, and we chatted for a few minutes before falling silent, and just…. Being in the moment.
And, at 0630, almost to the minute predicted, the sky, which had been slowly changing from grey to pink-tinged edges filled with baby blue hope, burst into flames, and we saw the sun rise.
There’ve been others before, and there’ll be others later, but this one was all ours, and felt very much like the opening of a whole new chapter…