The water is always calm when I go out at 4 a.m. The whole world reflects back at me and it...

The water is always calm when I go out at 4 a.m. "The whole world reflects back at me and it..........." is the prompt for today.

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The water is always calm when I go out at 4 a.m. The whole world reflects back at me and it reminds me that generally the world is calmer at 4.a..m.  There is a hush of anticipation as morning is on the way and occasionally a bird will call out heralding the dawn.

I love the gentle lapping of the water at the edges at this time of day - when mostly I am alone - just me, my thoughts and the ocean.  What bliss to just give in to the rhythmic patterns of the waves and to breath in and out with the water.  Often the moon is just dipping down and there are faint glimpses of what will be the dawn of another day.

It truly is in my opinion the very best time of the day - most people and creatures are still sleeping and those who are awake and have ventured out are refreshed from sleep and in tune with the world.  The whole world reflects back at me and gives me a glimpse of paradise - of peace, calm and solitude.

Love and hugs,

Linda. 

DID YOU AND YOUR FATHER SHARE AN INTEREST IN ANYTHING?

A pile of "to be read" books.

My father and I shared many things in common - the love of books and reading was one of them.  He loved poetry too and we would often recite pieces together - he would start and I would join in and finish the poem.  Right until the night before he died we did this and that night we recited Masefield's "Sea Fever" and I never heard his voice again after he had told me to drive carefully and ring to let him know I was home safely.

He loved the sea - she was his Mistress for sure and I love to spend hours by the sea in all seasons of the year, to hear the lapping of the water, feel the salt sea mist upon my face and be captivated by the moving tides.  We both loved words and spent many hours discussing and debating issues and although we often would not agree we would agree to disagree, but he liked to have the last word.  He was kind and generous and not without fault - but he was my Dad and I loved him.

He was my Dad and I was "Edward's Girl" and we both shared a love of people and life.

Love and hugs,

Linda.