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.
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.
The setting sun grabs the eyes.
I look at the brightest object in the sky.
But it blinds me to the beauty that is next to it.
I move my head slightly to the left and the sun exits my field of view.
I see the dramatic clouds, the paling sky and the unruffled ocean.
No longer night,
not yet day.
A moment of nacreous light.
The sun sets every day, each day in a different way.
I watch the sunset to honor the day that is ending.
This is my new playground.
I start by sharing views.
Thoughts will follow.