I was so young when I saw the sunrise.
I remember I had a crush on a boy named Stephen at school. I forget his surname. I was seven. I was in year two.
Our family had gone on holidays to the beach and I’d written a love letter to him which I was planning to give him when school went back. I remember fighting with myself, over nerves, trying to work up the courage to tell him I liked him. Only that week at the bus stop he’d asked me if I had a crush on anyone and I admitted that I did, except I didn’t have the guts to say that it was him!!
I’d slept badly the night before I woke up early. We’d arrived at Terrigal Beach late in the evening and there hadn’t been enough sheets to make up beds, and so I had slept in a short-sheeted bed and I’d thrashed about and been my grizzly best.
I don’t know what woke me and drew me to the window and called me to look out. Maybe it was the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore. Maybe it was the cry of an early bird.
I’ll never forget the wonder as I stood before the splendour.
I haven’t a photographic memory and I can’t bring to recollection the sight that spread before my eyes. I recall my thoughts though.
No matter what.
I considered myself endowed with purpose to share the sunlight.