Hanging at the beach while the fog rolls out is like sitting in the middle of a crystal while the sunlight is refracted through all the water molecules suspended in mid-air.
As the fog burned off, the mountains and eventually the ocean came into view.
Today was a very good day.
Kate Sitka 
As a kid my grandmother would take us to the beach really early, we’d get there around 5:30 and just watch the beach come to life. We’d be the only ones and it’d be so chilly we’d have to bundle up. She always brought us little english muffin and cream cheese sandwiches and we’d play UNO until it was warm enough to go play. Early in the morning on a cold beach is so peaceful.
Beautiful pics, brought back a lot of memories for me. Awesome description, very poignant. Have a nice weekend. 🙂
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Thank you, Meg. And thank you for commenting 🙂
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That sounds really nice. Your grandmother’s beach trips remind me of camping, where you wake up at the crack of dawn because the birds are singing. 5:30 am swims wake you up! I remember the loons calling us in.
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