Bio Note: The beginning of day, the beginning of months, the beginning of a year—all of these have endless fascination for me. Perhaps it is because my birthday is at the beginning of the year. Perhaps it is because the natural cycle of beginning is a reminder that we can start anew, that hope is always with us. Maybe I'm just a sucker for the beauty of dawn.
Doing Their Part
In those moments before dawn when there is just enough light to walk without tripping over driftwood, I hunt for shells and watch lines of gulls, sandpipers, terns, twitter and skitter, playing in the waves and trying to distinguish treats from bits of sand and stone. Suddenly, light increases and they scramble into lines by species, all facing the same spot on the horizon where, if my weather app is to be believed, the sun will rise. A reverent silence dominates. They are still, so still. Not even gentle tickling from rolling waves, elicits movement. I check my watch. In a minute, sun is due to appear. Indeed, sun rises up on time. Celebrating sun’s successful leap over the horizon, a gull screeches. Birds’ skittering and twittering resumes. Strutting about now, satisfied that they’ve done their part, they forage with confidence, secure in the knowledge, that indeed it was their moment of reverent silence that facilitated sunrise. I tip my beach hat to the nearest bird, in thanks and continue my search for shells.
First published in BeZine
©2022 Joan Leotta
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