The Sunrise
The first spotting is not of the source, but of its reflection, a pink hue tapping the clouds.
Then a crest appears, just one drop of light alters the horizon forever.
I’m mesmerized, drawn to its golden glisten, in awe of its powerful, yet meek entrance.
It takes but a tiny brushstroke to paint the sky and ocean, and I’m already locked in its beauty.
I sit and stare, watching the fire overcome the water.
As it rises, the ocean celebrates, glad again for morning.
Sun glimmering on the top of the water, reflecting off the backs of the waves, it plays hide and seek with the sand.
Not fully ready to reveal itself, it summons a cloud to conceal it, modest and unintrusive, leaving me begging for more.
Slowly, it feels safe in its own, letting itself shine through.
Waves dance, overlapping formations in perfectly aligned arches like endless encores of radio city rockettes.
No two waves the same; ever changing, ever moving.
No fear.
Every failing wave gives birth to a new one, determined to reach me.
Nothing has been lost.
Hidden behind a cloud once more, the sunlight shimmers like an opal necklace on the face of the water.
A bird glides eerily close to the water, teasing it.
The offensive line attacks again and this time I retreat, in self-protection, not in fear, I tell myself.
Waves leap over for another, only to fall short.
They will not reach me, I dare the universe.
Determined, the offensive line attempts again, and I instinctively grab my book, prepared to jump if necessary.
But again I win.
Sneaking slowly into my safe zone, I feel its threatening presence, but I believe we can coexist.
Fascinated with the waves, I’ve hardly noticed the blanket of clouds beginning to encroach on my perfect sky.
But the sun, ever-rising, ever-shining, will shine through.
Just be patient.
Offense tries again, but this time, it’s taken down by a different defense, another wave intercepting it to protect me.
The small crumbles the mighty.
I get comfortable, wanting to relax and take this all in, but the ocean senses my weakness and taunts me, creeping ever-closer.
Okay, you win.
The book is gone, I’ll read you for now.
And now I’m curious, eager, even hopeful that the water will reach me.
I rise to greet it, and it curtsies respectfully at my feet.
The sun is a faint glow above a ceiling of clouds, and far as the eye can see, I am alone.
Just me and my ocean.
Arielle returned long before Abe woke up and read a bit. Rather than leave first thing, we decided to play two games of Ticket to Ride, which Abe did not win but Ron still said his confidence was weakened after trying to comprehend Abe’s strategy. We hit the road to go straight north, meeting the 10 freeway all the way at its eastern starting point in Jacksonville after driving on it for almost 2000 miles from its western starting point in Santa Monica. Several hours later, we crossed into Georgia, where we had a very fancy dinner of Wendy’s (baked potato with broccoli and cheese) for Arielle and Chipotle (three-pointer steak burrito with chips and guacamole on the side) for Abe. Arielle nearly got crushed between a car and a truck when her lane abruptly decided to end and three lanes merged on I-75, prompting her to declare that we’d never move to Atlanta.
Seeing Sarah and Hillel when we arrived at their new home made us reconsider, and we were escorted to our lovely accommodations for the next few nights. We recapped our adventures thus far with our handy whiteboard map and stayed up well past midnight playing Sushi Go, which we had brought as a gift to our game-loving friends – little did we know it would be our earliest night!
Approximate number of miles covered: 523
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