Sunsets, ghost crabs, and dolphins
We live in paradise, true, but the dark of winter can be tough anywhere.
Less than a mile from the bay a crocus erupts from the January ground, arcing towards the late afternoon sun sinking towards the edge of the bay,
The bay has been here for millions of years, and will be for millions more. A human less than a century, a crocus less than half a decade.
But right now,, here in North Cape May, we’re all here for a moment.
The strawberries fade out as the blueberries arrive.
The sunsets have finished their journey northward, inching their way further and further right since the start of winter. Light is at its peak.
Dead horseshoe crabs litter the beach after their last full moon frenzy. All 10 eyes of this one are dark now, its last sunset passed a day or two ago.
The tides will continue to rise and fall as the sun hesitates a few days then starts its journey back towards the ferry jetty.
The light has peaked, the days slowly darken again.