Noon — is the Hinge of Day —
Evening — the Tissue Door —
Morning — the East compelling the Sill —
Till all the World is ajar —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1060)
On Wednesday we went down to the beach earlier in the morning and found it less populated and more peaceful. Chilly, but wonderful! Staying connected with family and friends and even feeling better physically. Full of gratitude.
Spring! Back at home in my garden, the chionodoxa (glory of the snow) are out! What a cheerful greeting and welcome home. ❦
2 thoughts on “morning at the beach”
I’m so glad you’re feeling better, Barbara. I wish I’d been there, too. Hugs.
Thanks, Val. I can imagine a walk on the beach with you ~ it would be so lovely. *hugs*