I crossed the road from my house and turning east I walked like a Pilgrim starting a Camino. There was nothing but me and the Mother Nature, my ears were filled with the symphony of birds, bees and gentle lapping of the sea. My eyes took in the gentle beauty of a Dawn walk in Howth and as I looked forward I witnessed the Suns readiness to break through the Dawn to Day. Between and behind the rising masts of the moored sail boats lay a sky of orange, pink, lavender, salmon with breaks of soft yellow. For just one moment I stopped to take the photograph of the moment layed out before me. I breathed deeply the crisp, fresh, fragrant summer morning air. The dew soaking in through my shoes was evaporating and lifting as it did so. I could feel its gentle kiss on my skin. I closed my eyes to listening more clearly to the sound morning makes, to the things it was telling me, the secrets it was sharing. One deep breath, one soul ready for Pilgrimage.
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