A winter sunrise at virginia beach

a sliver of crimson orange played peek-a-boo with me this morning.

slowly, it caste a pulsating neon orange light on a lane of ocean.

Then, it tossed moments of shimmering gold dust

onto the ocean that beaconed me to follow the yellow gold dust lane

to the sun.

i felt the heat of the sun on my forehead and cheek through the badly-in-need-of-Windex glass balcony door.

my eyes squinted at the brilliance of the sun.

the sun has risen—a day's work begins.

the grunting churns and back-up beeps of the bulldozers crowd out the quiet.

Memorial Day is not far away.

there is sand to move, a boardwalk to build

and stories to edit.

The previous window into God's glory has shut...

another one opens.

i've lived to be a part of both.