"The richness I achieve comes from Nature,
the source of my inspiration."
Claude Monet
Gwynn follows me tentatively at first, then curiously. Dawn is just breaking. The world is still Navy blue outside and the clouds are still dark shapes in the sky. The golden glow of sunrise begins to peek in the horizon and the waves crash softly onto shore. The sea has ebbed but the lava shelf glisten telling me that the waves must have been much higher this morning. The lava shelf is about 20-30 feet from sea level. It is 66 degrees out with a cool breeze that gently rustle the trees. The fresh scent of pine needles and the ocean mix harmoniously and I take great big breaths to savor the morning.
I sit on a flat lava rock and Gwynn comes close to sit with me. I give her a kiss and pet her head. Together, we watch as the sun gives color to the world.
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