It was breathtaking.
Running with the camera up the boardwalk in the darkness, shrouded by trees and shrubbery, the golden pink could be seen just beyond. We must hurry!
No time to stop and admire an artistic tableau of Welk shells bleaching in the intense lightness of being.
Almost there, heart racing, we hope it is not too late.
It is deserted. The wind is blowing the sand hard, stinging bare skin. It is slightly chilly.
The blood pressure drops, the pulse rates slows, breathing is regular and deep, those negative ions are waving their wand of peacefulness.
Now to study those Welk shells more closely.
We wanted to share the sensation of experiencing a seashore sunrise with you. There is nothing like it. The location is on Johns Island, just outside of Charleston, South Carolina where we spent a lovely weekend with dear and longtime friends, whom we want to thank for their most generous hospitality. ♥
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