Moon in the Morning

I keep my boots pre-tied with a simple over hand knot on the fourth eyelet down for mornings like this. I woke up a little bit late, slid on my boots and jumped in the car. I'm not sure how I missed my first alarm, but the sun was already beginning to peek above the horizon.

Curiously watching me head out the door.

As a youngster, I never payed visit to the coast. Vacations came in the form of road trips to Tennessee or were spent in a camper in the backwoods. I'm grateful for both.

Kicking my boots off, I find a comfortable block of granite to rest against and enjoy a coastal sunrise. Another benefit of pre-tying.

The clouds begin to form streaks above the sun and I head for higher ground to watch their formation. They'll never leave those exact markings again, guaranteed.

Breakwater.

Until you stop to realize the moon has it's own schedule - you assume it disappears during daylight hours. She still hangs, watchful, over the quiet city.

I believe this would count as an upstairs deck. It needs a charcoal grill and lawn chair.

The waters are frigidly cold. I'm essentially wearing my winter jacket. This surfer sends chills down my spine each time he lands in the water. You don't see a lot of surfers where I'm from. It's awesome to admire a talent that I'll probably never have.