Morning mourning, journey part 3

Rising early, sleep still in our eyes.

Coffee brewing, sipping, darkness.

Waves slashing on the rocks, gently rising to our ears. First sense stirred this early morning.

Excitement for the journey, anticipation to be home, sorrow in the passing so quickly of time and saying goodbye to new friends.

Another journey almost over, a job well done.

Where will the new journey take us, when this one is finally done?