This grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never all dried at once;
a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising.
~Albert Einstein
A warm summer sunset with the fog,
prominent during this season, encroaching on the scene.
The birds, seemingly ever present at the ocean,
make their way to wherever birds go at night ... it's a mystery to me. They always seem to be flying with a purpose, an immediacy, to get somewhere. Some flying quickly north, others south, but never stopping to enjoy the colors. They are an integral ingredient and make my evenings at the beach complete.
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