Before the Dawn

Coffee in the darkness.
Before the sounds of traffic overtake the cricketsong.
Navigate through sleepy streets to the shoreline.
Before the sun peeks over the horizon.
The gentle whisper of small waves as the tide rolls in.
Before the joggers brush past, filling the air with the smell of their sweat.
The receeding lights as fishing vessels make their way out to sea.
Before the packs of cyclists rumble past shouting training commands .
The smell of the salt air.
Before the chattering of the lorakeets overpowers the mournful cry of the sandpiper.
The dew on the grass catching the streetlights.
Before the mothers with prams descend, clutching their lattes like lifelines.
The skittering of crabs in the half light.
The world laid out before me, ready to be seized.
This is how I like to start my day.
Nourishment for the soul.