This week's post looks a lot like last week's post--except that it doesn't.  Last week's sunrise came after the rain, but not this one.  This was one of those mornings that start gray and seem to promise soft light and rain but evolve into a day of azure bliss.  I love the beach:  it's vast and sure and endless.  There's nothing like it:  it's the story of the first day.  It is every day.

 Skywatch Friday