The setting sun seen from behind/through the shrubs. Almost like a pair of glasses, but maybe a bit sinister. There are so many views at the beach, so many vistas, so many viewpoints, so much growth and activity and movement, so many effects of wind and people and animals and tides. The sand has been washing over the rocks at the base of the stairways. The rocks seem to come and go; the sand comes and goes; the water comes and goes; the pelicans are back! The birds come and go, as do we.