Walking down the promenade as dawn reared from behind us, Dark clouds broke apart with a subtle hue of kindness. Slow air chilled the beach-side fresh enough to keep our heads cool after another night so venturous.
The hour so early no one was up, The breeze so lazy it stayed soft. All as turquoise waves lap it up, Like stars' rays in a primordial teacup.
The perfection was fading, but right's right. The half-light was aging, but what a sight.
Another bank of fleeting memories, More reasons to smile unintentionally.