Every morning as I wake, I smell the sea,
Immediately pulled like a bee to honey,
Watching the sun rise each morning one after the other,
Some more beautiful than others but never the same,
Most times with a cup of tea on a rare occasion an interesting book,
Each sunrise breathtaking in its own right,
Oh how easy it was to get lost in time.

One cold winter morning three summers, later, when the wind had a certain chilly edge,
Accompanied by one of the most beautiful orange red sunrises I've ever seen,
Mesmerized I'm almost certain I saw a figure perfectly lined up against the rising morning sun for...