Sunrise, Sunset, Sunrise

November 29, 2007


We were on the Oregon coast for just two nights. Three times we stood on the beach watching the western sky. Reflections of the first dawn were luminous on both sky and water, the palest of peach, the softest of grays. Waves were froth of endless tulle. Words do not compare with the seeing.


Late in the day we walked to the beach again and never have I seen such a sharp line of crimson etched at the horizon in those minutes just before dark. The sun set at the far end of the beach; the red line spanned the whole horizon. The tide was out, leaving a beach with scattered stones. There was no froth of tulle dancing in apricot light.


A second morning walk on the beach offered only the briefest moment of blue with a wash of pink. Then the sky turned gray and morning light came without shine or color.


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