This morning, I woke with the world still shrouded in midnight blue, driven by a longing to witness the quiet masterpiece that is dawn on Menauhant Beach. The stars hung suspended, their last shimmer surrendering to a sky turning from indigo to tender coral, while the ocean whispered harmonies only nature can compose.
As I walked the shore, the first blush of sunlight spilled across the sand in a bottle-bright cascade, transforming the horizon into a living canvas of radiant possibility. In that sacred hour, the alchemy of morning unfurled before me—nature’s magic tangible in every note of the surf, every blush of sky, and every breath I drew in wonder.
