cape kiwanda, OR.

It was going to be a walk on the beach.

Just a turn off the road,
to see some sand.

But, there was a hill,
and so we climbed it.

Over the hill we wandered.
And wondered.

That night,
the sky held on to color longer than expected.

Soft blues.
Faint purple drifting in slowly,
like the day wasn’t ready to end just yet.

The ocean waves lapped the shore,
but crashed against the cliffs.

It felt like something you weren’t meant to find,
only softly stumble into.

The kind of beauty that isn’t chased,
just soaked in,
if you happen to be there.

Yes, this was a real moment. 

I was in the distance, looking into something beautiful.

Their white clothes caught my eye, 
lanterns swinging with the wind as they stepped into the Oregon waters.

Mist clung to the beach. Waves lapped softly onto shore.

I felt I was encroaching.
So I snapped a photo, and turned away.