The sun setting in the west,

The weather cooling, wearing my vest,

The ocean still warmer than the air,

That seems inordinately unfair…

The western march of the sun,

Now setting all the more,

The moon on the horizon in the east,

A walk on the beach I got beforehand at least…

Getting dark from shadows long,

Late it is, even the gulls no longer sing their song,

The wind off the water starts to get strong,

Doesn’t matter, for nothing with a stroll on the beach is ever wrong…J