There is a certain purity that comes with morning along the ocean. The air is crisp and the breeze races freely.
The newly risen sun casts a golden glow, turning grains of sand into twinkling jewels and windows of houses into yellow mirrors.
Hope comes with such a morning. Belief that mistakes and misgivings are washed away. Belief that just as the sun has arisen anew so does life begin on a new slate.
There is the recognition that despite decisions made and roads traveled one day will follow the next as surely as one breath follows another. There will be new opportunities, new friendships, and new accomplishments. And if that day does not offer what was hoped for, there is need only to wait for the next sunrise.
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