Sometimes, in the natural course of things, I am revealed by the things that surprise me. The tide was high earlier this evening, so much so that I had to pick and choose my footfalls carefully in order to avoid getting soggy feet. The ocean churned and crashed to my right as I ran up the beach. The clouds were rent and torn from a shower that had just passed, and were the grayish blue of the evening. The sea breeze came up off the ocean, just enough to cool me without fighting against my progress. I was thankful for that, since without the firm, flat stretch of low tide, the sand was making it difficult.<\/p>\n
The local beach is in the midst of \u201crenourishment,\u201d as Craig put it when he was here, which means, in effect, they haul large metal pipes up on the sand and amuse themselves with blocking off the majority of the beachfront for their construction machines. Usually they stop their antics for the weekend, but they must have been working today, as I perceived one of the contraptions making its way down the beach, wheels half in the water. I was running as close to the water as I could, since the dunes were on my left, but the quickly approaching machine necessitated a tactical shift. I sprinted up on top of the dunes, and immediately stopped running. I never stop running when I start, until the end, but I was in awe.<\/p>\n
The sky was still patched and strewn with gray cloud remnants, and beneath the lowest bank, above the horizon, the setting sun shot a beam of orange light as it dipped below the mask of clouds. The clouds, lit from underneath, initially mirrored the sun\u2019s fiery glow, but made the progression back to their native gray as the sky drew away from its illumination. The black silhouettes of the windswept foliage and the lighthouse stood against the evening sky, encroaching on the sun\u2019s realm. And near to me the intracoastal lagoons blinked, bright-eyed, fresh and new and green from the evening rain, an echo to the memories of paradise.<\/p>\n
I stood there for a long time, watching the sun drop lower beneath the line of clouds until it shone forth again, only to rest on the horizon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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