You are meant to be here.
We woke early and face the morning chill with fishing poles, two lunch sacks with sandwiches and chips and grapes and a can of pop. You are carrying a bait can, I carry a net. Summer vacation is endless and filled with adventures and peaceful reflection. Your parents are having a bar-b-que tonight, and all of our friends and their parents will be there. We are excited and talking about the fun we will have. The salty air is cool and refeshing as we wade through the waist high, summer yellow grass to the edge of the hill. We have to pause as the sun rises. The red swirls through the sky and fills the world. The harbor is barely awake, languishing in the summer morning as car engines hum in the distance and seagulls begin to call. We see a couple of people heading off in the boats to go for the big fish. Smoke rises from a chimney along the shore, and we can hear a dog barking far away. The waves can be heard from where we are standing. As we take in the sounds of the ocean morning, we both smile. We may catch only seashells and barnacle crusted rocks, but we will enjoy the morning for the rest of our lives...