I have a rule. If you (and by you, I mean me) are near the beach you have to get up before dawn to watch the sun rise at least one time.Tom and I did that this morning. Here on the east coast the sun seems to rise right up out of the ocean and no matter where you place your sand chair you’ve got a front row seat. We were front and center today — for a glorious show.
We woke at 6:15, dressed, put a couple of sand chairs in the car, drove to a bakery to pick up a coffee for me, orange juice for him, a couple of pastries, and headed a mile up the road toward Litchfield Beach, South Carolina.
Ah, the beach. Gently rolling waves, birds riding on gusts and skittering along the shore, sea gulls begging for a bit of whatever we’re having, big dogs and little pups taking their people for a walk, wind blowing our hair every which way. A little communing with God, a little deep breathing, sighing, smiling, conversing together, feeling content, sated, and grateful for these gifts of rest and refreshment. A storybook start to a Sunday morning.
We’ve been away from home, away from routine day-to-day on a road trip–from Pennsylvania to Florida and half way back again in two weeks and a day, so far, relishing time spent with family in Georgia and Florida, as well as time with friends. I caught up with an old friend on the way to Sebring. I think I can safely call someone I knew in elementary school an old friend without offending either of us. We are indeed friends from the old days, and we also have lots of years under our feet.
We picked a great week to be in Sebring, Florida. Everyday was in the high 70’s or 80’s. We spent time with Dad and Wendy, enjoyed the pool in their new complex, walked in the cool of the morning catching gentle rays and again in the pleasant evenings. Tom golfed with Dad, I shopped with Wendy. We visited with friends from Cambridge Springs who winter for three months in Sebring, toured Solomon’s Castle, took in a movie, road bikes with Dad’s old neighbors and our once a year friends, the Brandons, who winter in Florida and live in Minnesota the rest of the year where they run Little Norway Resort. But maybe the most delightful thing we did was to take Dad and Wendy on a picnic on the island across the little lake from their house, which you can only access from the country club side of the water. There are picnic tables, grills, and a big pavilion. We brought charcoal, burgers and other picnic fixings, watched a couple of alligators swim around the island while waiting for the grill to heat up, and then ate and talked and watched the sunset…and when it was dusk we packed up and went home.
Currently Tom and I are enjoying accommodations in South Carolina at a friend’s close-enough-to-the-beach rental house near Pawleys Island. There’s a golf course in our backyard surrounded by a myriad of small streets posted “25 miles per hour or $225 fine, you choose” — perfect for walking and biking. We’ve done both. What could be more fun than taking in the sights on this bicycle built for two?
Or walking the beach, under the sun, finding shells in the sand, watching the waves, feeling the wind, entertained by birds…that might be equally fun. Yep, it was all fun!
All that was fabulous, but still, I’m pretty sure the best by far had to be seeing a sunrise at the beach…
See how it comes right up out of the ocean. Amazing, isn’t it?
And we were lucky enough to have front row seats. Front and center, for this!