A glorious end to a fabulous ride out.

[Lone Wolf]

The evening sun gently sank,
Cradled by a basket of nurturing clouds;
And even in its dying hue,
This magnificent gem caught the hearts of the faithful;
A guy sat on the steps like a Big Buddha,
A backpacker tried to immortalize the moment;
A Kodak moment some might say,
But for me another glorious end to a fabulous day.

As the fishing boats took a cumbersome route out,
The sun hung there,
Just for a moment,
As if to enjoy the attentions of the cloud cradle,
Before swiftly disappearing below the horizon,
Leaving a wash of crimson and orange;
Painted ever so skillfully on the magic canvas,
That is a sunset on the west coast.