the gloaming

We got caught up in the most magical twilight a couple of weekends ago. Standing on a bluff just off Pacific Highway 1, a fine wintry mist melded the sky and sea together into an opalescent almost monotone pallet (I half expected a phantom ship to sail out of the pearly mist.) As the sun slipped below the sea, twilight emerged with a surprising shock of purple and pink – such an unusual transition of light, mood and color. That mother nature, she sure knows how to shake it up.


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