Joy……..

The crash of the waves against the shore was not enough to drown the call of the cocrico, consistent in its bid for a mate to nestle atop the Mora branches clustered with the velvety green leaflets that layered its crown. “ Coc-ri-co….o.o..” was what had shaken me from my sleep before even the day had dawned.
It was time to make my way down the trail that was beaten by the constant trodding of bare feet along the same course through the cushiony water grass that bordered Studley. It was with a knowledge that could only be acquired with habit and familiarity that I weaved my way through and arrived at the tanned carpet that paved the way to the foam lined ocean that lay before me. The bands of sunshine that now radiated from the heavens to the ocean blue created prisms of light that welcomed the new day with an array of color that played on the water’s surface. I plunged into the salty spray and was embraced by the tepid water that enveloped my body before I resurfaced to move my arms in a stroke that would begin my morning swim at Studley Bay.