while i wait for the sun...

Each day has begun with anticpation of the sun and the show He has planned. With camera in tow, I head to the beach... barefoot. Sea air restyles my hair from sleep to wind blown beauty and I stroll, letting the waves wrap round my legs.  The roar alone rushes the to-dos from my thoughts, but as the water sweeps the shore, my worries are pulled out to sea. I am left with... just rest. A bright new fresh start to the day... lay open to the treasures He has planned.