for Heeding Haiku December Haibun in 75 words.
Early morning I walk barefoot down the still dark beach, the ocean lapping at my feet. I head toward the peer, stopping occasionally to pick up a shell or two. The sun begins rise and I hurry along. I walk under the piling, wading deeper in the water. As I come out from under the peer the dawn greets me.
amber light stretching
over the ocean