Friday, February 14, 2015
All the sunrises we’ve witnessed in these three weeks on Sanibel Island have been spectacular, but I might select this morning’s as the finest of all. Somehow, the soft mist and haze and sheets of translucent clouds helped the first light flow out in dazzling displays.
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And here’s a lady who truly loves sunrises ….
… and here she is with a very lucky dude!
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We took a 4-mile beach walk this morning while the sunshine was rising and spreading through the mist, and, now and then, I silently read this poem as we walked.
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On our walk, we saw a strange creature resting on the sand…
and a truly amazing sand sculpture for Valentine’s Day …
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On our last evening on Sanibel, we felt fortunate to be present at an informal bluegrass songfest, out on the beach as the sun was setting.
EVERYDAY MIRACLES: An Occasional Journal of a Life Lived in Wonder 
What a beautiful morning, full of surprises. Who could have planned a better last day on the island. Great photos, very nice poem. So much to remember, as Wordsworth did:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills . . .
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Thanks, Albie. Oh, do I love Wordsworth!
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