In the hour before dawn when the stars still hold on to the velvet sky, stealthy specters rise, pull on layers of clothing and slip silently into the low lying fog. Father let the car roll down the driveway signalling me with a fingertip to his lips to make not a sound for fear we would wake the sleeping who might want to intrude on our secret adventure just for two. The engine purring like a cat hummed down the deserted highway to a slab of pavement leading to the bay. From there the scent of Gumbo Limbo and salty mangrove drifted through our open windows. Parking between two boulders we walked to the craggy shore. The horizon glowed in lush amber, waves so far away, tidal sand came alive with trifles of tiny seas where a bug eyed Hermit Crab hurriedly dug his hiding hole. Provocative anemones waved their fuchsia fingers at lilac colored algae where a Starfish tiny as a tear waited patiently for a finger to regrow. The squawk of Sea gulls invoked by the rising 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