Sunrise

The mirror-like waters of Queen’s Creek reflected a padparadsha sunrise this morning, misty and tranquil. The only movement– a single seagull, reflected in the water, drifting gracefully in silhouette.

Mornings like this, I feel completely and utterly alone. There was a time when seeing something so beautiful would lift my spirits. That time is now gone, replaced with the sinking realization that I am not just alone, but lonely, in body and in spirit. I would give anything to be able to share this morning with that one person who means more than all others combined.