Dark and bright colliding in a fearless way
Streaks of the boldest orange giving way
To golds and then miraculously to blue
Starting as pale as a cornflower but then
Boldening until it reaches a deep navy
All reflected in the ever changing lines
Of the crashing surf, wave after wave
Creating streaks and crenellations of color
Slight salt tang wafting but not overpowering
The scene as the rhythmic crashing continues
Sand cold under foot but it only adds to what
Has become a full sensory experience, shared
With intertwined hands and loving glances
