Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
The sun, once brilliant and dominating the sky, now recedes into the horizon, bringing a new day to the Orient.
The unpacific Pacific Ocean, churning furiously during the day, now rests, its heart beat in rhythm with the pull of the moon.
Chaucer wrote: Time and tide wait for no man.
And they shall not wait for us.
SW COSGROVE 