Twilight At Poppit

There is no greater end to the day than an illuminated sky and the beauty of appreciating the right-this-very-second.

 

Against the challenged equanimity of sand, and the sharp bite of spring air nipping colour to our skin, we ran across Poppit beach. Chasing the plunging sun.

Eager to capture the bleeding flush of farewell colour as it pierced the oncoming darkness.

Searing magenta, reflected in the gently lapping tide.

Footprints left indented in the sand.

And running.

Running as fast as we could.

Just for the beauty of it.