The sky is pale with heavy clouds that stain it like salt left upon the rocks after the tide. In the cycles of clouds, the tide tonight is far out to sea and beyond the eastern hills bathed in the last of the evening sunshine. Here in the garden all is cool and it is not so welcome at the end of a long wet day. Still I sit entranced by the beauty of my surroundings. For the world tonight is beautiful and you are beautiful and all is blessed in my heart. I must love always just as I shall forever love the grass and the trees and the sunsets that colour the skies at dusk.