Today was my second time going to enjoy the sunrise over the Atlantic. The anticipation of this moment brings as much pleasure as the sunrise itself. As soon as the sky over the ocean begins to glow, the air becomes charged with energy, and you can hear the triumphant cries of seagulls signaling the coast to prepare for awakening. But the water's edge just stretches lazily, hiding its head under a blanket of stones and sand. Ducks swim alone, diving deep in search of food; these divers go underwater, and you hold your breath along with them. The waves roll in pleasantly, leaving a ringing sound in your ears and the joy of splashing water. The first early birds head out for a run. An elderly man walks his happy dog, greets you, and wishes you a good day, while his four-legged friend licks your hand, and you manage to scratch him behind the ear with your other hand. You feel how this has charged you with energy for the whole day; simple words from a stranger with a dog and the atmosphere are quite enough. And finally, the rim of the orange sun appears; the main thing is not to miss these thirty seconds of the local star's triumphant entrance from behind the scenes. It will cost you a scorched retina, maybe even impaired vision for a few days, but it is truly worth it. Having fully emerged, the now yellow circle leaves the night no chance, forcing it to capitulate...