Sanctuary by the Sea

Morning Sunrise on The Atlantic - 26 October 2025

Frothy cappuccino waves served up a fabulously delicious sunrise this morning — the sea wildly stirred, the air alive with salt and promise. It was a beautiful beginning to the day, a sanctuary by the seashore. A symphony to the senses that stir the soul.

Rolling, thunderous waves washed away the night’s tension, while the sky surrendered itself to splendid cotton-candy hues — pinks, corals, and soft lavender spilling like watercolor across the horizon. Seabirds soared and swooped, graceful and free, playing in the morning currents. They called to one another, off to fish and feast — seeking sustenance for another day, as they have since the beginning of time.

On the sand, dogs ran and played, joyfully dancing along the water’s edge, their paws tracing temporary stories soon to be erased by the next rushing tide. The scene felt choreographed by Heaven itself — every wave, wing, and wag moving in divine rhythm.

Above it all, a great shelf cloud stretched like a cloak of safety, shadowing the shoreline in cool blues and silvers. Then the horizon brightened — a silver lining glowing with crepuscular rays that fanned outward in radiant beams. It kissed the tops of the waves in shimmering light, a celestial curtain lifting to reveal the main act.

And then He painted — oh, how He painted! — an infinite show of majesty that no amount of adjectives could ever fully describe. The sun rose in perfect symmetry, forming the shape of a great golden “V,” as if heaven itself were opening.

Sweet sunrise broke through the final veil of clouds, spilling light onto the rippling sea. The show, for now, was finished. The day had begun.

Along the edge of the shore, tiny bubbling creatures darted in and out of the foam, racing to catch another wave to safety, or else risk becoming breakfast for the winged fishermen above. Nature’s balance, perfectly in motion.

I stood still, coffee in hand, heart wide open — grateful for the reminder that every dawn is a gift, every wave a whispered hymn of renewal. Blessed, indeed.