It was going to be a beautiful day.
You could tell just by the way that the sun peeked carefully from behind the cloud bank on the horizon and by the way that the energetic flock of Rainbow Lorikeets screeched its appearance in counterpoint to the gull cries. The high speed kamikaze flight of the colourful birds through and around the foliage of the large trees that lined the Esplanade thrilled me each and every time that I witnessed the event. Their high pitched screeches seemed to indicate their excitement in the practise also. Their derring-do exciting them to chatter stridently and incessantly.
I'd driven the short distance down to my favourite beach for a surf just on sun-up. The waves were small but perfectly formed. Fast smooth curlers that still challenged my resurrected morning practise.
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