Today there is not a clean sunset. There are clouds in the extension of the horizon, but this detail doesn’t make the moment less overwhelming.
The ocean seems to be calm in the deep waters, but small, delicate waves break on the shore. From my point of view, the sea color is a light gray, with a subtle gold glow from the sunlight.
All the clouds are gifted with this candy color on their upper edge. It’s peach, born from a light pink mixed with touches of orange, one of the prettiest tones of nature.
I can’t see the sun directly, but I know exactly where it is, and it’s because of the three sunshine lines escaping one big cotton candy-like cloud.
This moment — this perfect scene — doesn’t last long, but it’s one of the prettiest images that my eyes are capable of assimilating. Nature’s paint changes faster than I would like, but sometimes life is just like it: pretty, special, and unique moments last just enough to touch us, to bring light to our lives.
The whole experience is remarkable: the sound of the waves reaching the shore, the color of the sky changing every second, the cold sand below my feet, the uninterrupted breeze, and the singing of a small bird, flying far away on the horizon, its black color standing out in the peach and baby blue paint of the sky.
All my senses are alive. I can smell the salt and the sulfur from some seaweed that is dead on the beach, I can see nature’s painting of colors in the sky, and I can feel the sand, the breeze, and the humidity in the air.
It’s a magical moment, happening on a real-life beach, and it all together makes me feel so alive, so grateful, so happy to be able to see it, to feel it all, and to write it all.
Cayman Brac — a wonderful little island in the middle of the Caribbean
The story of a weekend trip full of good surprises.
