In that hour before dawn when the stars still hold on to the velveteen sky, stealthy specters rose, pulled on layers of clothes and quietly slipped into the low lying fog. Silently father let the car roll down the driveway signalling me with a fingertip to his lips to not make a sound for fear we would wake the sleeping who might want to intrude on an adventure for two. The purring cat of an engine hummed down the deserted highway to a slab of pavement leading to the bay. From there the air was filled with the scent of Gumbo Limbo and salty mangrove drifting through our windows. Parking between two boulders we walked to the craggy shore. The sky flamingo pink, the waves so far away, the tidal land came alive with trifles of tiny seas where a bug eyed Hermit Crab hurriedly dug his hiding hole. Provocative anemones waved fuchsia fingers at lilac colored algae where a Starfish tiny as a tear waited patiently for a finger to regrow. Sea gulls waking with the sun signaled us to move along. In the full light of day we sat silently on the sea wall, the sound of crashing waves pounding in our ears.
Photo by Brocken Inaglory