It was so beautiful last night at the beach, you hardly knew where to look. We took a walk down to get some fresh air, vent a little about life stuff, and perhaps howl at the full moon a little.
The sand was full of people with the same idea, as the 80 degree in January days have spoiled us into a constant endless summer vibe. The colors at this time of day are my favorite, and I love to see the people and birds silhouetted against the setting sun (the bad fires nearby give it all a smoky mystery too). It's all very o.g. O.p. looking.
Our heads were swiveling back and forth between the gigantic moon rising and the spectacular sun setting, book-ending Venice in jaw-dropping beauty. It truly never gets old.
I heard a guy in the park say to his wife, "OK, Sunset, accomplished.", like he was just checking stuff off his list. The wife and I shared an eye roll.
It was so pretty out, there wasn't any need for words. Pictures are never as good as the real thing, but I hope you are here sometime to sit under the full moon rise extravaganza. The colors will stay with you a lifetime. Gratefully.