“And even the sun in dawn chorus sings, a celestial melody to the earth below.”
The morning is a delight. When I walked onto the deck, I could smell salt air, borne this far inland from the cool, morning breeze. The air hasn’t a hint of humidity. It’s even a bit chilly in the shade. Gracie came out with me, and the two of us got comfortable in our usual morning places. She lies on the deck in the sun, and I sit so I can watch the birds as I read the papers. Today I was loathe to come inside so I had a third cup of coffee and just sat doing nothing but enjoying the freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of the cup between my hands and the goings of the birds.
I watched the morning stirrings from the house beside me. It is a summer rental, vacant all winter. Every Saturday packed cars leave and their places are taken by other packed cars. If there are kids, they are the first to run out of the cars. They are the explorers. I can sometimes hear them yelling about their discoveries, like the outside shower and the barbecue. Their excitement brings back memories of vacation mornings when I was young. Every day seemed bright, filled with sun. I always woke with the expectation of something different from the usual. The ocean was just a short walk away on what passed for a road between the cottages, just two dirt ruts with grass growing between them. The grass was always tall and usually browned by the sun. Mornings were the coolest times of the day. At the first step out the door, I could smell the salt water and could always tell if the tide was in or out. It was quiet in the early hours. That was always my favorite part of the day on our vacations. I had the beauty of the morning and a whole new day ahead of me different than all my other days.
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August 13, 2010 at 12:03 pm
It´s quite the opposite over here today. It started out foggy and rainy, then it poured down and thunder came by for a visit. The humidity is so high it´s uncomfortable and this will continue for a couple of days they say. But we have almost no flies so I don´t complain 🙂 🙂
Since I spent most of my summers with friends (when I was old enough going to school) and they woke up as early as I did we always had things planned. Usually we went for a bath or went fishing. I loved those summer mornings.
Have a great day now!
Christer.
August 13, 2010 at 10:59 pm
Christer,
The day never really got all that warm, and I just got home from the play, and it’s downright chilly, about 57°. I’m delighted. It will be a wonderful night’s sleep.
When I was home, we were busy with friends, but on vacation, we only had each other.
August 13, 2010 at 6:33 pm
Family vacations for me were always long drives so yes, we kids were the first out of the car to explore and argue about which room was mine. I always wanted the one that faced the ocean but Mom and Dad got that one. I remember the first time we could stay up late and decided to lay on the beach and look at the stars. It was amazing to hear the crash of the ocean while watching the stars. I miss being a kid.
August 13, 2010 at 11:02 pm
Z&Me,
I have been lucky enough to get some of being a kid back. The days are mine to do what I want, and I get to stay up late and sleep in. I get delight from the simplest things and it takes very little to make me glad.
August 14, 2010 at 12:11 am
vacation mornings are always different
we are aware of the fleeting time
like no other of the year
my fondest memories are of walking
on the cool sand
the whole beach belonging only to me
the waves rushing in just to me
the sun rising only for my eyes
how special i always feel on those days
August 14, 2010 at 9:49 am
splendid,
Wow! That’s exactly how I felt every morning, that the whole place belonged to me as I was the only one astir. I felt bad, but not too bad, that everyone else was missing the best part of the day.