Jan 8, 2022 Sunrise

Published by Victor Barr on

The surf crashed on the sand, overhead the sky was a canvas of colours. Gold, red and blue painted the horizon above the Sea of Cortez. With each wave that washed upon the beach the painting overhead changed. Tendrils of cloud caressed the blue of the sky while the sun crept ever skyward. 

Renewal.

Every second and every moment brought a constant change into the world. In a moving picture of light the glory of the sunrise spoke volumes to  my soul. It filled me with wonder and passion.

It filled my heart with hope and joy. I felt the tranquility of the moment, and the feeling of being just a small speck of light in the glory of the world. I looked out upon the vast cascade of colour that was reflected on the waters of the Pacific Ocean and felt a sense of completion, and of anticipation.

The changing picture that evolved and grew. With every second it consumed the horizon.

It started with a deep red that painted the clouds with a brush of light and of love. In a brief second I understood why red is the colour of love, of life.

As each moment passed the painting changed. 

Time passed in a slow motion mix of red and gold. I wanted to hold each moment, each picture with my mind. But I could no more hold it then I could hold the grains of sand as they were washed up and back down by the cascading surf. 

The ocean contains a power that is timeless and vast. The surf knows no limits and no boundaries. It merely is. With it the reflection of the sky above time streams forth.

And the sun rises.

Higher and higher the ball of light and life climbs. The golden globe of energy is reflected by the seemingly endless sea. I could no more stop the passage of time than I could stop the rushing of the surf.

Nor would I want to.

The warmth of the sun’s first rays caressed my face like kisses of light. I smiled and watched the canvas of the sky begin again.

The glory of another day began anew.

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