The beach closest to where I grew up in Florida is nothing like the Maine coast. No rocks, boulders, or dramatic coves. Simply, a featureless sandy beach as far as you can see north and south, and looking east, a palette that changes day to day.
Since the beach faces east, the color—if it will be there—comes in the morning. Fortunately, in late January, the dawn does not come too early. This January day three years ago started with crazy colors before the sun got to the horizon.
The colors only seemed to intensify as the sun got ready to peek out. And when it did, the range of colors settled down to only a few.
Gulls and skimmers did their feeding, and played in the light.
A few mornings later, the sky was clearer. The early dawn showed the crescent moon and three planets.
And the palette of colors would be more subdued. Florida has no mountains, so the clouds offer their height.
Another day had a foggy glow with rich color.
And the color floated over the water.
