The fog at the horizon is ready to swarm ashore.
It tarries and I steal some time with the cloud-marbled sky.
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.
In the liquid early morning light I say my farewell.
A cloud smiles at me luminously.
A shallow pool mirrors the brightening sky and my thought: ‘Till next time.
Luminous clouds over ominous horizon.
Light and darkness together in the sky,
each one beautiful in it own way.
The stark contrast softens somewhat as the sun sets.
A slice of blue sky balances between opposites.
Scattered clouds dot the pastel evening sky.
The sun’s last rays paint a light glimmer on the rippling sea.
Behind me, I hear rumbling and see rain.
I choose to look at the sea.
The sky reassures me: “There is a way.”
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.
In the evening, a blade of pale blue brings back the boundary.
Sunlight floods the horizon.
A rich gray palette.
Suspended between the low, dark clouds and the rolling green hills.
Bright light behind a stand of trees hints at a brighter future.
Low clouds hush the ocean.
In the space between the two, the day’s coda blazes lavishly, like the last firework.
Slate gray silence follows.
Parting thought of the setting sun.
(Observed from a viewing area close to the Mauna Kea Visitor Information Station, Big Island of Hawai’i)