The sunset paints impossible palettes across the sand and water, colors and textures that you just sit there and try to drink in. Vast, and yet beautiful even in the smallest grains of sand or shell detritus strewn like glowing confetti
It's brushed clean by each incoming and outgoing wave...just waiting for feet to track across, like newfallen snow. Just warmer...
Mauve, gold, salmon, kisses of foam, litters of tiny shell peppering the drifts
pelicans at play, slowly stroking the air currents with their awkward wings, diving, feasting, bobbing along, preening. Repeating.
Sailboat far out on the horizon, a fingernail of sail scratching a curtain of orange horizon
Foam whispering "Shhhhhh" over molten waterlines
Pathway to the sunset
Matelasse quilts of foam in constant motion
This was the point just before the sun sank below the horizon. The clouds were magnificent! Just when the light is only a stripe of incandescence before disappearing, if I'm with Jack, it's time to kiss!
God's handiwork is so lavish, it's amazing to me, new again each time ... shehecheyanu
There are these moments of perfect wonder, and they're not limited to warm beaches. We are collectors of the moment, witnesses of a world we cannot control, fierce beauty, painted with large strokes and the smallest of details. Stunning and raw. A garden we inhabit.
Baruch atah adonai eloheinu melech ha'olam shecheyanu v'kiy'manu v'higyanu lazman hazeh.
Blessed are You, O Lord our God, King of the Universe, who has kept us in life, sustained us, and brought us to this moment.