I’m linking this to THANKFUL THURSDAY .
Up early, the melodic bird chorus is only broken by the distant motor of a boat or two and the crisp sound of gravel under the heel of walkers. A beautiful time of the day. Beautiful place, HAMILTON ISLAND.
The sun creeps slowly from it’s hiding place behind the headland. It fans out its skirt of golden beams, it’s hot centre a golden ball of light. In the foreground , rippling waves cause the glow to shimmer and the light sneaks up to illuminate the still dark coral flats of low tide. Seagulls walk amongst the coral and sand selecting their meal from the unsuspecting life forms that are beneath their feet.
I witness this with just a few other lucky beings now, and those that still hold the memory of the scene from times before.