On Saturday, my friend and I woke up at 6 am to watch the sun rise over the ocean. I've always loved the peaceful beauty of sunrise at the beach: soft waves lapping on the shore, swaying sea grass, lazy clouds, sleepy sand pipers, and a spectacular display of pinks, reds, and oranges that paint across the morning sky as the sun awakens from her slumber. Take a look at the pictures below - pretty beautiful, huh?
On Sunday morning I woke up at 7 am to a thunderstorm rolling in from the west. I jumped out of bed, brewed a cup of coffee, and headed for the deck overlooking the saltwater marsh of the Intercoastal Waterway. I love, love, love thunderstorms at the beach. Protected by the porch, I watched the heavy clouds roll past with their booms of thunder and strikes of lightening. Grays and greens mixed with the sounds of a summer storm - beauty beyond words. I sipped my hot coffee as a flock of egrets took flight, moving to a safer ground from which they could ride out the storm. As other birds and creatures hunkered down, I marveled at the beauty of the scene as the rain drops began to fall all around me.
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