It was chilly, the wind shooting cold air, but it was low tide, and there seemed millions of miles of beach. The sun was sinking like a big orange ball into the water behind the islands.
I could hear Taps playing from the base behind the lighthouse. I turned to look at the rocks and there was this cat.
From his/her perch, the sunset was glorious. I imagined that cat coming out just at the right time every morning to greet the sun and then every evening to watch it settle in for its night sleep.
What a lovely ritual.