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Early Morning Walks

The sun has barely risen and the air is close.

With each step, my feet sink into the sand. Sweat drips off my brow.

The water quietly laps at the shore as a troop of pelican skim the surface of a shallow wave.

A small tern swiftly dives in and retreats with his breakfast.

I pause from my walk, inhaling the salty air and taking a sip of cold water.

Quiet early mornings are a wonderful way to start a day.

If only this was how every day could start.

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Night Sky

The flickering flame dances across the fire.

The crackling sound of the wood fills my ears.

The embers float to the heavens,

Gently extinguished by the cool night air.

Mesmerized by the show in our campfire, the evening passes.

I lean back and look up into the night.

Stars upon stars shine in the black sky

With thousands of pin points of light.

Our world is so vast, it makes me feel small,

But full of wonder.

There is so much more than we can ever know.

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Wonder in the Stars

I look up and see the stars shining bright.

The moon rises as do my spirits.

Knowing you are here in this world,

Sometimes this is enough

to settle my soul and make me smile.

As long as we are both here, there is a chance

We won’t have to wait until next time.

I wonder if you ever think the same.