Lessons Found in the Wind and Waves
By John W. Vander Velden
On a cool March morning I
forced myself from my warm bed, grabbed a camera and walked to the beach. The nearly half mile of cool air cleared my
head as I saw the color building in the east.
I was not alone when I arrived for others awaited the sun’s
arrival. Oh what a glorious sight to see
the orange orb push out of the ocean.
Though it is not so, each of the rare times I find myself witnessing the
Atlantic sunrise, it seems that the water tries to keep Sol within its watery
clutch. But the sun is not the ocean’s
prisoner and bursts free in glorious reds and oranges. I hold my breath as, through my viewfinder, I
witness a new beginning of another day that perhaps in any other place I would take
for granted. But not here, not at the
shore, not among the wind and waves.
I hope that I remember
that moment, to hold those thoughts until at last I stand at the water’s edge
at first light again. For I often forget
that each day is a gift, something new and wonderful. And though that was but one brief part of that
trip, those lessons may have been the most important I can learn this year.
Lessons found in the wind and water.
(221 Words) 4-1-2016
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