The joys of a beach at sunset

The baby pink sky reflected onto the glistening wet sand. The roar of five metre-high waves, the mist trailing behind them, the tiny people, seal-like in wetsuits braving the rough and tumble. A hot flask of tea warming my hands against the cold sea breeze. Funny dogs in all shapes and sizes. Round ones like clouds with two black eyes. Poodle-crosses with tufty heads. Big muscly mongrels running for sticks into the sea. The last of the sun lighting up the little puffs of cloud in a bright orange hue. The groups of seagulls flying low into the sea mist, squawking to their mates. The transition of day to dusk to dark. The ending of another day in our lives.