Brushstrokes of clouds and a hotspot where the sun glided behind the fog
The fog at the horizon is ready to swarm ashore.
It tarries and I steal some time with the cloud-marbled sky.
All that was white turned orange
The sun dips below the west with a fiery sigh.
The fog will soon erase colors and shapes.
But not yet.
Blue and orange still rule:
will only abdicate to the night.
Clouds painted wish short brushstrokes suspended over silently rolling fog.
Four minutes later.
The quiet beauty of an ordinary evening along the Northern California coast:
the ocean barely rippling,
strands of fog gingerly approaching,
a sliver of moon hanging in the pale sky.
It will soon bathe in the pewter water as darkness sets in.
The tale of the vanished horizon
In the morning, the sky melts into the ocean and the ocean vaporizes up to the sky.
The horizon has vanished.
A minimalist gray palette.
A break in the clouds
In the evening, a blade of pale blue brings back the boundary.
Sunlight floods the horizon.
A rich gray palette.
Trees in the morning fog
The sun rises behind the screen of coastal fog.
Trees and bushes in the morning fog
A gentler awakening.