A morning well spent

Peeling out of a gravel lot with friends passing the motivated few who rush towards the dawn. Cotton candy clouds, wisps of color. We run up the dunes. A reddish orb breaks over horizon. Footfalls in the sand meet the cool, refreshing foam of the crashing waves that lag on the shoreline of low tide. Our boards slap the water, mist sprays my face from a clean wave that breaks just beyond me. I play, invigorated by the salty depths and pink rays that slant through the sky tinging the time with the adventure of sunrise. I manage to tuck into the barrel of one of the waves and am met by the compliments of one of the guys. A morning well spent. A summer well spent. A few more days by the seashore...