As we walked, we noticed a beautiful plume cloud begin to form.
and then the sun emerged below the clouds . . .
The cloud plume began to dissolve from the winds aloft.
and then it was over;
". . . rippling at water's
sunset splays one last outburst
of gleam, her warming breath
lay your troubles aside while
earth turns a tired cheek -
her last gasp of solitude, a
soliloquy of peace."
(Poem by Richard Provencher)
The contrast of white sand and dark blue night sky are striking here.