The Harvest Moon was slowly rising
in the eastern sky
as we climbed
out of the car and worked our way to the beach.
I always arrive on the beach first
and then sometimes
return to hurry them up.
Slow methodical meandering mode...
Just over the crest of the grassy dune,
the sun was warming the back of my head
as I work my way over.
The waves are perfect...
the moon is perfect...
the air is refreshingly perfect
the sun is perfect.