The last of the rain
Leaves bright dew drops on the sand
Save the darker curves
Where flimsy tides carve the shore
My door squeaks open
And the ocean’s roar greets me
Soon the evening bell
That heralds the docking boats
Clangs in the distance
I lean against my door frame
As mild jolts of wind
Causes me to shiver some
But I do not mind
I enjoy the ambiance
Of the setting sky
I’ve loads of things left to do
But it’s worth the time
This peaceful moment
Watching my shore town
Slowly start turning on lights
As emerald seas turn dark
Beautiful. It made me think of Mendocino, CA, which was built by Downeasters, and resembles a Maine fishing village, complete with unpainted wooden houses, with “widow’s walk” balconies.
This is a lovely image – the peaceful pause at evening – like the world is taking a breath before starting night time activities.
Lovely images, Rai ❤
A house at the beach,wow! a nice way to be still and connect with nature
Beautiful, Raivenne. You capture the moment so vividly and perfectly. A work of art!
This brought back vivid memories of when I lived in Half Moon Bay (in California). Enjoyed sharing it with you.
This one’s lovely. Perfect for a rainy, tipsy night. So glad you sent me the link to your writing site. However you meant it, I consider a gesture of friendship and hope we can stay in touch. Drama in 41 so I won’t be calling on your impeccable interventions there anymore but do sincerely hope we can stay in touch. Be well.
It is lovely that time of day at the beach. Like your capture. Just as every mountain is different; each port seems to be as well. Our sky and water meld in Port A – blues in endless varieties and shades sinking at night to turquoise, then into the bluer shades of indigo, and finally midnight blue with a corona at the horizon of lightness before the sky goes inky and the frosty stars appear. Well done. Loved the contrast to my little beach side town.
I enjoy that some of you were able to find your personal place or at the memory of one in this.
Much thanks to you all.