I held the Sun in my hand this morning. The Star was light and boyount; a cool North East breeze blew onshore. The sand is still cool underfoot in the early morning. Not yet Summer, still Spring, there is a need to gather together to keep each other warm.
With Sun in hand I welcome the days of warmth; swimming in the Ocean; falling asleep under the umbrella as the Sandpipers call out...
First the pastel sky; from dark to light.
Then, all of a sudden, the pastel colors intensify and the Star begins to show it's true warming nature.
One last sight, it seems to be the House of the Rising Sun.