Molten liquid silver moonlight pours across the cobalt blue velvet sea. Turn the other way and a sliver of pink separates the blue-black of the ocean from the blue-black of the sky.
We kept swiveling around in our saddles, trying to see both directions at once, not wanting miss any of the constant tiny changes in the light.
This morning Marie and our friend Dunja, visiting from Switzerland, went on a predawn moonlight beach ride. At 5:30 am we were in the corral, tacking up the horses. By 6:00 we were riding on the beach, riding into the first tiny slivers of dawn color with the nearly full moon behind us. We really did swivel to look first one way then the other. Each direction was amazing, different.
Some days, some moments are just magical. This was one of them.
There are no picture (it was dark!) except the ones in my head. I hope they will be there forever.
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