Dawn breaks the darkness in a hazy glow of red and gold above deep distant blue that seems to go on forever. The beach is quiet, the shorewalk empty, old-timey heavy brass street lanterns are the only ones awake with me at this hour — shining.
Have you ever thought about the way old pains dissipate? Like salt in the seawater, they just dissolve and heal over. You don’t even think of them anymore. There are, of course, wounds that never fully heal, but time numbs them and with each cycle of the rising and setting sun more peace seeps into the emptiness. (Is this true of big massive heaping pains? I am fortunate enough to have never felt one, but surely they must eventually scab over, one cannot bleed forever…)
Look up. Sky brighter, waves calmer, glow growing, dawn inching along silent and mysterious behind the shadow cloud horizon. Three little birds scamper along the part of the wet sand that was illuminated by the full moon’s beam of shadow light the night before. A ship emerges far in the distance from the fluffy cloud fog that rests on the horizon of the great Atlantic.
Have you ever thought about the way nothing makes sense in the moment, yet as hours & days & years pass, the sun of hindsight, the light of wisdom, rises over your previously limited perception and you realize what you did not know before — the teachings of tribulations lap onto the…
