The quiet of early morning reveals peace.
Calm surrounds every thing on the beach,
As the birds slowly wake from their slumber.
The gulf gently kisses the shore,
Little sandpipers dart to the wet sand
Grabbing tiny bites before the water returns.
Blue fills the sky, reflects from the white sand,
Even shadows cast a blue hue over the dunes.
The sounds of dolphin breaking the surface,
Their exhale and inhale is unmistakable.
The sun is not yet above the horizon;
This is the blue hour.