January 18, 2026: My morning walk in gratitude…

Sunday Morning Magic at the Pier…

Sunday morning at the pier felt like a love letter written in light. Soft pink clouds lingered as I walked, and when I turned back, the view stopped me in my tracks. The sun was just beginning to rise, golden and gentle, with layers of beautiful clouds glowing behind it.

Out in the distance, dolphins appeared, moving through the water like quiet miracles. A sea lion was heading toward the pier, unbothered and confident, as if it owned the morning.

I knew Domino and Honey Girl were underneath the pier. I could feel it. I called for them, waiting patiently, knowing they were hungry but not in a rush. Then suddenly, there they were. And just like that, Domino flew straight toward me and landed on my hand. One of those moments you don’t plan, but never forget.

A fishing boat moved through the water, birds chasing after it with pure joy. Adonis up on the light post looking down at me. Kayaks headed north, looking like they were racing the sunrise itself. Pigeons jumped on and off my hand, excited and full of life. And as I was walking away, Pegleg made sure to say hello. The morning felt complete. Perfect in the way only mornings like this can be.

I never quite know what’s going to happen when I show up. But I do know this: it’s always beautiful.
And I am deeply grateful for this, every single day.


Capturing beauty, sharing light.
—April

Morning Gratitude Thought:
I never know what the morning will bring, but it always brings beauty. Grateful for showing up, trusting the light, and letting the day surprise me.