I caught a few little waves on Tramore Beach this evening. I had the cold fresh sea to myself. As I played, the bubbling waves shifted from ermine to silver to grey while the darker water began to glow a luminous pale green, grouted with foam, a shattered reflection of the paling sky. The newish moon piloted Venus into the deepening blue sky, backdrop for the inky crows flapping lazily east towards the night. A pair of oystercatchers whirred past and the day faded.