Part of the tradition of our beach trips include a walk on the boardwalk to the beach to ensure the sun rises each morning. We knew a storm moved slowly toward us from the east the first morning, bringing rain and possible thunder and lightning. Tornadoes warnings popped up and then expired along the path of the storm. As we walked through the camping loop, we saw very few indications that anyone else woke up that early.
On the beach we watched the faint light, then the addition of the sunrise colors, and finally the leading edge of the sun. We saw the footprints of two others who preceded us, and by sunrise they were just two small dark sticks to the right of the sun in my viewfinder. I noticed a single fellow camper standing on the boardwalk also watching and waiting.
Once the sun rose, we all meandered back to continue our day.