November morning at the beach

Are you supposed to sleep late when you are on vacation? I was reading a New Yorker article from 2006 and the interviewed person, a real Bohemian from Greenwich Village in New York, was talking about feeling lost when he didn't stay awake until four in the morning. I couldn't do that. I woke today around six. I watched the sun come up at the east end of the beach (St George faces southerly) and walked westerly down the beach to the cut. No one joined me. At least no one from my immediate family. The gulls were out on the surf, chasing the water for breakfast. They were screaming at the blue skies. Later, after I had sat down on the rocks and watched some early risers scrambling over the rip rap to catch a fish or two in the frigid November water in the Gulf. I walked back to the condo and climbed up the stairs and ate breakfast. That's a morning that's hard to beat.