I remember the first time I saw the ocean at dawn.
Frothy breakers crashed on the deserted shore.
Driftwood bleached white as bones littered the cool, damp sand.
The sea’s distant surface shone like a mirror.
At first the Sun was only a tiny, red lump piercing the orange–pink sky.
A breeze as faint as a sleeping baby’s breath rustled the dune grass behind me.
The day had just begun.