Sun beating through the window, piercing my sleep, making a glorious mockery of the early hour. Bleary eyed as I pull socks on, unable to work out which shirt to wear, stagger down the stairs, unsteady, rubbing sleep from my eyes

Fast forward thirty minutes

Warm sand on my feet, gently scratching them awake. Cool waves rushing up the golden beach to meet me, lifting me onto my toes with the shock of the wet. Breeze filled with salt and stories from afar lifting my hair, stroking my cheek.


Sunlight and sweat, sand and surf

the way good days start