A time of day when all the colors soften.  The light on that big wave out there makes it the same golden brown as the sand.  The faint yellow at the horizon foretells the glow of the setting sun.

The gull seems quiet and contemplative too, not actively looking for food.  Where’s its mate?  A ways up the beach, in a similar posture, on a similar stretch of pale blue-gray and tan.

And I’m walking, trying to absorb some of their peace.  Apparent peace.  After all, who has insight into a gull’s soul or inner life?