Waking up to the sounds of everything waking up
Bird whistling, chirping
The sound of black birds’ and cormorants’ soft wings gliding through the air, alone and in groups

Fellow campers’ metal pieces clanging as tents are taken apart
Waves lapping the shore, a constant backdrop, a lulling comfort
My own breath and morning body stiffness

I think a walk is called for, to the beach, into the stillness

This morning I am thankful and full, above all else