It's dark, it's six. I groggily get myself out of bed, quickly snack on a cookie, and wash it down. ... I can hear waves crashing, I can't see anything, I know it's near, through the fog. The sound of my feet pounding on wood, in sync with my heart.
The seagulls are awake, why aren't you? Wake up! Take off the sweater, kick it into gear.
Slowly, waves peek through the fog, clashing with the smells of earthy tones. light, ever so subtly, ebbs and flows, ... revealing.
The path winds, and climbs, but it's easy now to weave. no music is needed, the ocean provides its own soundtrack.
The day begins.