Whispers of the Morning Tide

Welcoming a new day as the sun rises

The world is wrapped in the gentle hush of dawn, where silence is not emptiness but a promise of a new beginning. I step onto the cool sand, feeling its soft embrace under my feet. The ocean stretches endlessly before me, its surface shimmering with the reflection of the fading stars. The sky, still drowsy, wears hues of deep blue, blending into soft orange at the horizon. The sun is moments away from awakening, teasing the world with its golden glow.

A breeze rolls in, carrying the salty scent of the sea, wrapping around me like a whisper from the ocean itself. As I take another step, the first wave greets me, curling gently around my ankles. The water is warm, as if the sea has been waiting all night just to embrace this moment. It retreats with a soft sigh, leaving behind delicate patterns of foam on the shore.

Above me, life stirs.

A seagull cries in the distance, its wings cutting through the morning sky. Tiny sandpipers runs playfully along the shoreline, their little feet barely touching the wet sand before they scatter like falling petals. Further down the beach, a sea-bird stands motionless, its gaze fixed on the water, waiting patiently for breakfast. The birds, in their own way, are welcoming the morning -just like me.

The sun finally peeks over the horizon, casting long golden streaks across the water. The waves catch the light, sparkling like liquid gold, rolling in like soft lullabies sung by the sea. The warmth touches my skin, gentle yet awakening. In this moment, time slows, and the world feels beautifully infinite.

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply.

The scent of salt. The sound of waves. The touch of the breeze. The warmth of the sun.

For a short moment, I am not just standing by the ocean I am a part of it. 

A piece of this vast, rhythmic, ever-moving world.

And as the day begins, I carry this peace with me, letting the whispers of the morning tide remain in my heart.