Post-game gulf rays
Gateway to nature’s beauty
Appearing first as cumulonimbus clouds
Chasing beach-goers to cover as they hover in the wind.
They’ll dissipate if you give them a chance
Bathing onlookers in a radiance as splendid as the naked eye can imagine
Leaving the sky to caress the sun
As it sets magisterially into a glass of pinot noir.
Bonsoir, mes amies …