At dusk we walk slowly by the shoreline
The
waves lapping at the sand break gently
While
children play among the craggy rock pools
Or
happily skimming stones on the sea
Dogs
chase balls as we stand to consider,
The
tide is it in, or out, no matter
The
setting sun lights up the western sky
Illuminating
stray clouds with gold strands
Then
surrounding them with bright bursting rays
This
sunburst silhouettes the beachcombers
Then
blinds us all as it hits the wet sand
As
quickly as it burst on us it was gone
Until
we are blinded by the next one
