The AM

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world . . . 


This is only eight am but as I walked south on the beach I had it to myself which was bliss.  I retraced my steps and walked at the estuary end and got lost in watching the tide coming in over the golden sand, the sun glistening on small shells.  Later in the morning there was more fish to share.  The day was calm and hot so it was a two swim day and starting a new book.