Oceans and mountains away from here end of another evening matinee The sun bows graciously blows kisses luminous strands of affection Applause Wave after wave splashing on a rock pile by the shore There, on the rocks Sits a lady worth loving She sits waiting For what, only she knows Her modest stance absorbing the tapering light welcoming the waves Her lonely shadow clinging with unwavering resolve against the constant sea perfume Fading and conjuring Wave after wave When the last bit of light is devoured by the night her radiant silhouette will still be there When my mind's ships pull anchor and wade into the unchartered seas she'll be there guiding them to safe harbor And waiting For what, only she knows Perhaps Like many a hopeful ship-wreck survivor I shall toss into the wash a poem-in-a-bottle For she is waiting There on the rocks Wave after wave Perhaps for my bottle only she knows

This was from Tuesday May 29, 2018 at Valley Forge Historical National Park in Pennsylvania at 8:04pm. On the same day New York City witnessed their special sunset of “Manhattanhenge” where the sun aligned perfectly with skyscrapers that sit on Manhattan's street grid. 🌅🌇

I sat alone on a isolated stretch of beach, knees pulled tightly to my chest, staring out at the vast, alluring ocean. I was mesmerized by the sunset kissed swells as the last breaths of daylight slipped past the horizon at my back. Wind whipped off the water and past my cheeks. The smell of salt induced nostalgia that enveloped me like a warm blanket. I reached down and grasped a hand full of sand, squeezing it gently. A controlled flow slid out of my clutch like an hour glass, each grain a tick of a clock as it spilled back to the earth. I've always loved the sea. It's beauty, the sound of the waves crashing, transforming the shoreline with each crest and fall. I remembered running alongside my cousins from the sprawling foam as it washed away our footsteps, leaving behind a beautiful, glistening clean slate, a fresh start, a new beginning. As a person grows many venture further into the water. Some dip a toe, others may wade out to their knees, but many go deeper. Unfortunately as beautiful and majestic as it is, the ocean can be both unpredictable and dangerous. A riptide can tear your legs out from under you and pull you out to where it's so deep your feet no longer reach the bottom. A huge wave may crash over you and send you through a spin cycle. You'll lose track of which way is up, down, left or right. When you finally reach the bubbling, white aftermath on the surface, you're gasping for air, your strength and will depleted. Simply praying there's not another one coming. However, If you know anything about waves you'd know it could have been different. You'd know that very same one which destroyed you, through strength, timing and embracing its power could have carried you all the way to the safety of the shore. You may skim your chest on the sand but soon enough the sun will dry your skin and in no time you'll be swimming again. Maybe you'll stay closer to the shallows but that's ok, you're different person now. The last of the sand trickled from my palm. I stood while rubbing my thumb and forefinger together until I felt the ridges of my fingerprints meet again. I walked slowely off the beach as the last crest of the sun dipped behind the bay. I took one final look over my shoulder as a wave receded. What it left behind was a beautiful, glistening, clean slate. A new beginning. And I couldn't help but smile.