The day with holds life and excitement. Children play in the sand. Jet skis zoom across the horizon. Dolphins arch themselves and swim through the water. Joggers run leaving their footprints in the sand. Umbrellas scatter the beach; blue, white, and green. Skim boards glide along the shore line. White puffy clouds crawl along the blue sky. The aqua blue and green shades of the ocean water turn to white as the waves break against the shore line.
Later everything changes. Sand castles have fallen. Where there once were umbrellas and chairs only remain holes. The earth turns, the clouds shift, the sun sets and sinks into the ocean. It fills the sky with hues of orange, red, and pink. The water is black and appears lifeless but for the occasional ripple that creeps upon the shore. A single white sand dollar lies on the ground. It is dead. Hundreds of them lie scattered along the shallow water of the ocean floor. All white. All dead. A crane walks on the beach then spreads its wings and takes flight. It disappears into the night sky. The ocean swallows the sun , darkness falls, and that is all that remains. No separation between the sun and the sky,  but one mass of darkness.