We see so many digitally enhanced images these days. I spend so many hours editing and changing and enhancing photos to make the colors just perfect, the shades and hues balanced, the imperfections disappear. Maybe sometimes we forget what things really look like, true, natural, untouched beauty, because nearly every image we see in a book or on the internet has been fixed in some way. But this sunset...it was real. The setting sun sent shades of purple, orange, pink, and indigo dancing on the rippling waves and shining on the ocean. Waves lapped up on the edge of the beach, gently dragging back into the ocean, leaving a trail of wet sand, the liquid seeping into the earth. The sunset's colors reflecting on the leftover wave, liquid colors like the rainbows pooling up in puddles of oil in a mechanic shop, but pure and clean and beautiful. I jogged along the beach into the sunset, and it was like running on a liquid rainbow. I watched people play in the shallow waves. The water splashing up against their dark figures, black silhouettes against the setting sun. And I ran and ran, along the unending beach, into the mesmerizing pale purple and pink of an ending day.
When I turned to head back the sunset was behind me. But I found a new and different beauty. Different from the light colors of sunset, the sky was a deep indigo with a bright yellow moon slightly shrouded in the darker indigo clouds scattered through the sky. The light from the moon reflected in the ocean, its line of light broken and rippled by the movement of the waves. The beach was dark, the ocean deep green and blue. The city's skyline was visible far down the edge of the beach, lights from the building creating an orangeish glow in the air thick with salt and humidity. The glow surrounded the sky rises and faded into the deep indigo of the night sky. Little flashes of light reminding the still beach and gentle sound of lapping waves that reality still exists, even in the magical calm of nature.
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