The Kiss
Gulls rode thermals over our heads as the sun sank slowly toward the horizon, turning from a bright clear white, to yellow, then amber, then gold.
A saxophonist played, bright music clear in the air, the gathered crowd chattered on the grassy hill. A couple looked out over the sunset together. She wore a veil, he wore a shirt.
They sat on the edge of the stairs, the city spread out below them like a map. And they kissed.
My /photo page, inspired by Robert Birming , who came up with the idea for the Bearblog platform.