It was barely past sunrise, too early for the day to begin her churning. Quiet, still.
The tide was leaving again. In its wake, small pools sparkled in sunlight like stars along the shore from here to eternity.
In one I caught a glimpse of heaven—until a soft rush of waves cast ripples and it disappeared at my feet.
Exhales of water bore channels around islands of sand, where gulls and willets danced in excited morning ceremony.
A cormorant practiced ancient rituals on a rock surrounded by surf, and seemed to feel as blessed as me.
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Photos ©2011 by Jen Payne; Scarborough Beach, Narragansett, Rhode Island.