The magic of sunset at the beachThursday, August 20, 2015
The sun yawns and stretches, tired eyes blinking slower until it admits defeat and steadily winds it's way towards bed; the welcoming duvet of the horizon proving too much of a draw to resist. It slips under slowly at first before vanishing altogether leaving a fading glow in it's wake.
Warm sands; your silky, micro grains flow under my toes like liquid yet stop and crunch with the strength of granite. Granules ranging from micro pebbles to fine dust cover the beach, the gentle tide laps the shoreline with it's celestial pull leaving curious ridges in the wet sand. The gleaming abdominals ripple their way to the water and vanish below the surface, dissolving into nothing.
The light easterly breeze blows almost intangibly but enough to lift the finest grains of sand and carry them along the beach like a mirage of a river flowing around ankles, an invisible current drawing the dust off to the west. Loose flowing skirts swish and brush against warm skin in the tropical air.
The last of the sunrays catching the particles which sparkle and glitter just to add to the magic.