Before sunrise, the cliffs in La Jolla still hold onto the hush of night. The world hasn’t quite woken up yet, and there’s something sacred in that in-between time. The ocean moves slow and steady, like it knows how to wait. Sea lions stir on the rocks below. Salt clings to your skin. The air is soft and cold. You walk past surfers zipping up their wetsuits in the dark, past coffee steam rising from a van window, past couples sharing silence. Every step feels like a kind of return to breath, to self, to something ancient and tidal inside you. La Jolla in the morning doesn’t ask for anything. It just offers. A quieter mind. A longer exhale. A chance to notice. Sometimes, that’s enough. #lajollacove #lajollaca #lajollabeach #morningwalk☀️