New and yet old, age-old.  It never pales; tonight I was wishing for some amazing powerful camera that may not exist,  because about 15 minutes after sunset, the whole horizon was a wide band of washed pink.  The foggy grayness just emphasized the delicacy of that pink in a way that would have been tricky to paint.  I get a shiver when the whole of the beach/sand/water/sunset is clothed in cool soft gray almost-cloud.