Atlantic Sunrise

Every departure begins before the road appears.
In “Atlantic Sunrise”, the first engine hums beneath the morning fog,
while the old harbor still holds the shape of yesterday.

The song starts at the edge of the Atlantic —
with salt on the windowsills,
steam rising from a cup,
and a town worn thin by time, weather, and memory.

But something is already moving.
The wheels turn,
the fog lifts from the jagged shore,
and the rust of a former life begins to fall away mile by mile.

“Atlantic Sunrise” is the first light of departure.
It’s the sound of leaving safety behind,
trading every used-to-be for an open road,
and aiming the heart westward
while the eyes still search for the northern sky.

The Atlantic at the back.
The unknown ahead.
And the first sunrise
burning the shadows thin.