How do you describe nightfall on the beach? The fading
lights, the surf, the shifting tides all lend themselves to beauty. But then
again, I’m a beach bum. Here’s a quick take on one recent night’s view.
At sunset, my husband and I stood on a beach of the Atlantic, a wall of towering sea grapes and sea oats behind us. As the sun slid lower, the shadows grew higher on each wave as it neared the shore. Soon, only the crest of the wave saw the sun, and when the crest fell, it fell into shadow. When night claimed the waves, the moon and stars were reflected in the surface of the now soft swells.