january

I finish my night shift and walk outside

into the mist of melting snow and a clear sky. The morning is quiet as they usually are but this one blooms with promise to the east the clouds rush in morphing bundles that yawn with pale pinks and stark oranges. I drive to the beach where the shoreline sloshes lazily iridescent in so many shades of blue all at once it is hard to call it any one tone. Snow huddles around roots and in the curl of sand dunes, floating in mini islands with the nearly-slack tide that picks up the sky’s show across its rippled face. The balsamic moon whispers above bony branches where bald eagles perch perhaps watching the unveiling of this Monday or perhaps hardly noticing this hearty display of daybreak that occurs in varied palettes for each sun rise.