My friend Nick and I got up at 2:30am this morning so that we could get to the beach in time to watch the sun rise at 4:30am.
It was the most glorious sun rise and a peaceful morning, just the two of us and God and His creation.
I think God must be a painter, don't you? Who else could dream up the entrance of the sun in all its grandeur?
Note to self: more trips to the beach in the middle of the night are necessary. Side effect: I may turn into a "morning person."
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