Look, everyone has gone home. The beaches are empty. The kiosks have gone. Just surfers, dog walkers and us.
Tiny fragments of things that close up lose their scale - they seem like landscapes or vast rock formations, contorted bedding planes of sediments and crustaceans, quartz, feldspar, mica.
Flotsam and jetsam,
which became incorporated and transformed.
Time to gaze out to distant horizons..
and throw stones.