Sunrise in September

Sunrise in September

Where’s a canvas? Where’s the poetry? Did I just hear heavenly music? Because I’m telling you that there are days that I stand on the beach and I truly think that perhaps I’m dreaming. Maybe I will awake and have to close my eyes again just to try and capture that specific shade of pink that literally disappears into the hues of blue. But I’m not dreaming. I can feel the sand under my toes. I have to remember to push the button. Because I know I want to share this. ¬†And another day begins.