Summer sun, something's begun

The last of the summer sun. 

It had been a warm day, but a walk by the shore at 8 pm needed a cardigan. 

Not if you were 13 years old though.   

They were all sat there in shirt sleeves, and shorts; laughing and pushing, and enjoying the last of the day's light. 

It was a night for sitting out and watching the sun disappear; and at the opposite end of the beach, watch as a giant pink moon crept up from behind the esplanade. 

It was a night of sounds of laughter coming from the dunes; of music bursting from the phones of teens sitting in Shelters. Sounds of birds starting to roost and flying low over your head and onto the beach. 

and the tide, 

wishing, washing, waving up over the sand.