Last night, the sun had set, though the glow continued, from underneath.

There was still a sea out past the breakers, but the view of the watery waves had been replaced by an ocean of dense, low-lying fog.

We could see the warmer, inland air pull, pull, pulling the fog into the bay. Like an ancient giant was slurping down the deepest of inhales; a kind of belly-breath for the ages.

The fluff, appeared to be glowing orange, pink, and red, like someone just had to be holding a flame large enough to have ignited the depths of briny waters, from underneath.

It felt grounding to remember we are but pieces of cosmic dust, lucky enough to enjoy this temporary gift that is mortal life.

We watched, as the colors became more and more jewel-like, until they reached their pinnacle of pizzaz, then slowly faded in to the black of night.

What a treat it is, to witness another evenings’ view of the setting sun.