I intend to write something today, but for now… took this picture the day before yesterday on the most perfect evening. Lots of people were out on the beach, and it was later, nearly eight o’clock. They were soaking up the magic, their skins glowing in the copper fire. The waves were big, but it was strangely still; and it was warm until the sun sank beneath the horizon. The night’s chill turned me home.
How often is the world this perfect?