Og posts about watching the sun come up while hunting, which naturally stirred some vague recollections in the back of my head about watching the sun rise one morning.
I must have been 18 or 19 at the time, and hanging out with friends one night we wound up at Dunkin' Donuts at like 2AM. Well, of course, I get my normal large coffee (regular, natch, and if you have to ask, you ain't from around hee-yah). We wind up jawing until like 4AM, at which point we realize that it's pretty much pointless to go home and go to sleep. So we swing by the all-night store when another friend worked, and waited for him to get off at 5.
Then we all went up to Hampton Beach and watched the sun rise over the Atlantic. Even as a callow youth more interested in T&A, the simple sight of the sun rising out of the ocean was breathtaking.
And then the girls in bikinis started showing up, and all was forgotten...
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Thanks, Jay.
You just reminded me of a morning spend on the beach in Beach Haven, NJ, with my girlfriend - we got up early just to go out to the ocean side beach and watch the sun rise.
Karen died suddenly this year, and I really appreciate your post because it just brought that memory of her and I back up to the surface and made me smile.
Thanks, guy.
It's funny, isn't it, what memories will come up at odd times?
Speaking of NJ, I just heard from a very good friend who moved out to IL that he may be moving back to the east coast - to NJ.
My first question to him?
"What did you do wrong?"
:)
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