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Sunrise over Greenmount

Getting up in the middle of winter when it’s still dark has been, to say the least, a chore. I hate the cold and though the Gold Coast doesn’t really get COLD compared to a lot of places, I feel it. I feel it in my knees which now click and ache. I feel it in my fingers and toes because they somehow miss out on good circulation no matter what time of year it is. For instance when I used to play touch footy in the chilly valley of Bilambil night-time in winter I’m sure you could have chipped my feet with a snow pick.

Anyway I’m not complaining, really. I’ll get up rain, hail or cold just to enjoy the morning. Okay, I’m not technically enjoying it, because I’m doing a group session with the PT and sometimes these exercises are bordering on torture. If you’ve ever heard of a Froggy you’ll know what I mean. Sometimes we can’t walk the next day. Anyhoot, pain and cold days aside we are losing weight, toning up and feeling healthy. I guess we look better too. At least the other girls do. There’s no sign of tuckshop-lady arms and tummies are flattening and bums shrinking. (Unfortunately so are my boobs.)

Even when we’re running up the headland’s stairs, avoiding lizards and bush turkeys and puffing like steam trains, we know it’s worth the effort. When we reach the top the PT (my son Joel) has us doing jump squats but in between each pumping squat we watch the sun rising over the water.

The orange/red ribbons of clouds over an ocean that is shrouded in mist heralds another perfect day in paradise. The pandanus around the boardwalk are silhouetted by the sun and the first surfers are already catching waves that are smooth and dark like mercury. Suddenly I remember why I love mornings. There is nothing like the smell and sight of a fresh day. Nothing else can fill your lungs with life.

“How beautiful is that?” someone asked.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” I say and I’ve forgotten how hard it was to get up when my phone alarm went off and I wanted to curl back under the doona. I’ve forgotten how I tripped over my runners on the way to get dressed in the bathroom, got to the bathroom and the light had blown, swore and my husband woke up and said, “Just turn the damn bedroom light on.” (I was trying not to wake him at 5.15am).

I’ve forgotten how I was still yawning as I sipped a cup of coffee to wake me up and how I could still see stars as I headed to the car, still rubbing my numb fingers.

As soon as that morning sun comes up I realise I have started my day the perfect way with a sunrise over Greenmount.


Donna Munro is the author of The Zanzibar Moon, Kendwa's Secret and Elephant Creek, freelance writer, blogger, graphic designer, content writer, book marketer, administrator, web editor and book reader. She's been published in Take Five, The Australian Woman's Weekly, For Me, She, That's Life, Woman's Day and Club Life and other smaller publications. She is a proud member of Romance Writers of Australia and the current Administrative Assistant. Donna lives in Queensland and is addicted to beaches, reading, Peanut Butter, elephants, koalas, Sydney Roosters and Home & Away. You'll often find her digging her toes in the sand with a book in her hand.

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