"Sunset at Rockaway Beach" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Although I cherish my early morning coffee garden walks—those quiet moments of dew-kissed leaves, cardinal songs, and steam rising into dawn—there is nothing quite like a walk along the ocean. The garden is intimate; the sea is infinite.
It is the sound of the waves, I think, that touches my soul. The rhythmic hush and pull, the eternal conversation between sea and shore. A few steps onto the sand, and my mind grows still—empty yet utterly receptive. The ocean doesn't ask questions; it answers them without words.
Evening walks were my favorite. I’d wander the familiar curve of Rockaway Beach in Pacifica, CA, as the sun began its slow, golden descent into the horizon. The cliffs turned crimson. The sea shimmered with a thousand brushstrokes of light. As the day exhaled its final breath, I often paused and realized something beautiful: somewhere beyond that glowing line where sea meets sky, a new day was already beginning.
I would wonder about that. I would think of the people across the curvature of Earth—waking, stretching, pouring coffee, stepping out into their own morning light—as I said goodbye to mine. The globe spins in seamless rhythm, yet every sunset feels personal, every dawn a whispered miracle. Somewhere, someone else is beginning again, even as I am letting go.
It is almost impossible to witness a sunset and not dream.
And so I sit here now—though the northwoods are sticky and fogged with summer humidity, though the map says I’m hundreds of miles away—my spirit is once again on that weathered bench at Rockaway Beach. The colors before me melt from turquoise to flame, from orange to indigo. The waves keep time like a lullaby. I am home, not in place but in presence.
Sunsets are reminders. Of endings. Of beginnings. Of how, in the most luminous and fleeting moments, we are made whole. They ask nothing of us except stillness, reverence, and a quiet acknowledgment of the eternal.
Every sunset carries the promise of a new dawn.
And every step along the ocean's edge is a return to peace, to magic, to self.
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"The sun sets to remind us that even the most brilliant light must rest—so it can rise again, renewed." ~Unknown
~Wylddane
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It is the sound of the waves, I think, that touches my soul. The rhythmic hush and pull, the eternal conversation between sea and shore. A few steps onto the sand, and my mind grows still—empty yet utterly receptive. The ocean doesn't ask questions; it answers them without words.
Evening walks were my favorite. I’d wander the familiar curve of Rockaway Beach in Pacifica, CA, as the sun began its slow, golden descent into the horizon. The cliffs turned crimson. The sea shimmered with a thousand brushstrokes of light. As the day exhaled its final breath, I often paused and realized something beautiful: somewhere beyond that glowing line where sea meets sky, a new day was already beginning.
I would wonder about that. I would think of the people across the curvature of Earth—waking, stretching, pouring coffee, stepping out into their own morning light—as I said goodbye to mine. The globe spins in seamless rhythm, yet every sunset feels personal, every dawn a whispered miracle. Somewhere, someone else is beginning again, even as I am letting go.
It is almost impossible to witness a sunset and not dream.
And so I sit here now—though the northwoods are sticky and fogged with summer humidity, though the map says I’m hundreds of miles away—my spirit is once again on that weathered bench at Rockaway Beach. The colors before me melt from turquoise to flame, from orange to indigo. The waves keep time like a lullaby. I am home, not in place but in presence.
Sunsets are reminders. Of endings. Of beginnings. Of how, in the most luminous and fleeting moments, we are made whole. They ask nothing of us except stillness, reverence, and a quiet acknowledgment of the eternal.
Every sunset carries the promise of a new dawn.
And every step along the ocean's edge is a return to peace, to magic, to self.
* * * * * * * * * *
"The sun sets to remind us that even the most brilliant light must rest—so it can rise again, renewed." ~Unknown
~Wylddane
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