It was a Saturday, and my daughter agreed to go with me for the promise of a breakfast out. One of my friends joined me as well. I checked the times, and we agreed to meet at the statue of King Neptune. It’s a public place, well lit, next to a hotel that is easily accessible.
As we drove toward the oceanfront, the sky was already lightening. Parking was easy, since there were few people down there, and I was able to find a spot in a ramp close to the hotel. Clutching a beach blanket, my coffee and a thick wool blanket that would break the wind, we went to meet my friend.
The beach was deserted, except for a few homeless people and a group of determined and over-enthusiastic runners. We sat down on the sand, wet from the night’s rain, and faced the east.
We talked of various things, but the peace of the time was pervasive. It felt like a respite in the craziness of the season.
At one point a pod of dolphins swam by, their fins just visible through the waves. Pelicans swooped south as well, skimming the waves and sometimes being hidden by a crest.
And then the sun popped up over the horizon. The clouds were pink and orange and purple and glowing with the sun. It was breathtaking.