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“Make it as fattening as possible.”

My response when the barista asked if I wanted whipped cream on my frappuccino.

I’m pretty sure I was in the beginning stages of hypothermia, having been on the beach in flip flops on the 51 degree morning, but I wanted a breakfast as rich and sweet as the sunrise I had just experienced.

I’m used to white powdery sand beaches along the Gulf of Mexico. Scavenging for shells bigger than a quarter.

We get used to what we get used to.

Perhaps that’s one reason I’ve always wanted to make a trip up the eastern seaboard. To watch how the beaches change along the way.

Here on Folly Beach, SC, the sand isn’t white. It’s…..well, sand-colored. Bits of gray and black mixed in.

The morning tide at sunrise wasn’t hurried or harsh. Water moving as silk, washing delicate but heavy foam ashore.

I have been blessed to see a lot of sunrises. Some from the woods, along a creekbed. Some from my parents’ porch.

Some from my own patio.

Some from the road, traveling or on my way to an Easter morning service.

Some…..from beaches.

Many times…..most times….I’ve watched those sunrises alone. In solitude.

As close as I feel to Divinity in those moments, all I can think to say is, “Thank you.”

I sit or stand in the presence of Artistry personified, and can only offer gratitude.

Because I know how foolish it is to speak anything else.

Anyone who puts that kind of detail into a sunrise, something precious few people rise to see or pay attention to, surely loves me.

And that is enough.

Love is enough.

The sun rises higher, breaking the horizon. Night is officially over. Gulls are awake now, hunting their breakfast.

They chatter like old friends as they roam the shoreline, loudly proclaiming and exclaiming along the way.

The brave and sober souls that made it out at first light are about to have their reward. Cameras in hand, we all try to capture the perfect moment in permanence.

How appropriate that we should try such a thing at a place called Folly Beach. For it is folly, to try and capture a perfect moment and hold it forever.

But, as it turns out, there are no bad photographs of this sunrise. And the only folly would have been to miss it.

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