Pink Hour


Its “Pink Hour” at the beach, one of my favorite times of the day.

I sit in the silent pre-dawn, listening to the bugs buzz and the watch the bats swoop the last meal before sunrise.

Within the deep twinkling dark, seeps pale light like an oncoming tide. Greys begin to wash the landscape, as greens of the land slowly come into focus. The turtle doves coo good morning, along with the occasional rooster.

Peach, pale blue and rose of a smoky horizon reflect off the sea, creating an opalescent gunmetal shimmer of beach, ocean, and sky.

My heart contracts with the beauty as I smile, feeling a puff of cool offshore breeze. As the land sighs, I wonder what gifts this day will bring?

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