There is something peaceful about mornings; beyond the busy hum of traffic exists an incessant silence that calls out to a weary and wary observer. People go about their businesses and preoccupations. It makes one wonder if these even deserve attention at all. But what authority does a mere onlooker have for judgment? And so time, moments, and thoughts flow and ebb in boundless rhythm. Life marches on for those who care to live, or at the very least, for those who are willing to survive.
Photo Credits: Sunrise at Nobby’s Beach by Lemuel S. Cabahug