The tide is coming in as a larger than life sunset sinks below the horizon. Surfers come in on the easy waves that ripple around my ankles. If the moon is bigger in Australia, perhaps the sun is bigger i Hawaii, where avoiding eye contact with the livid globule takes determination. A cruise ship offshore achieves faerie status through the metamorphosis of scale.
Inadvertently, I stumble upon a man playing homage to the sunset on a shell trumpet. He wears an aloha shirt. A tide of haulies takes selfies before the tide of sea and sand. The half rain half shine paints a canvas of warm versus cool tones.
