The air was heavy and still this morning. It carried the burden of a full night’s perfume from the just-opened Casa Blanca lilies. Intoxicating; but perhaps a bit cloying. The pre-dawn stillness belied the beach madness that was certain to follow. It was a Tennessee Williams mise en scene, just waiting for the entrance of Blanche DuBois.
I had my dawn walk, greeted The Sun as he breached the horizon, ignoring the intrusion of Beach Goers into my sanctuary.
I retuned home, only to find that The Sun had followed and graced me with a brief moment of glory as he shone his light on me through the fragile beauty of a blossom. The harsh white sunlight that glares on The Beach, here softening to a glow of Grace. The soft orange and gold of sunrise captured in a blossom.