l u c k y

when the grey-blue suddenly melts and bursts into deeply saturated pink and gold, and a brush dips into the ocean bleeding purple paint onto the tips of every wave, the browns of the cliffs deepen and the palm trees silhouette into inky black. and you just happen to be there to see it with the one you love, who you usually have to be apart from when the sun sets. that's a good day. 

s e t

a blanket, a book, a mug of coffee, a sweater, saltwater toes, a big golden sun dropping beneath milky-blue waves. surfers floating on the day's last waves. tiny hands putting the final touches on their wondrous castles. lovers with fingers and lives entwined. families saying goodbye to their summer selves. the world rejoices at the end of another day.