Coronado Sunset at the Turn of the Month
April came in on Coronado Beach — the stretch the local guides call Central Beach, along the ocean side of the Hotel del Coronado. It faces the open Pacific straight on, which is why people come here at the end of the day, and why I stayed put instead of walking the strand.
An old white dinghy sits beached above the tide line near a row of rusted iron posts, a rope trailing off it into the sand. A headland sat low on the horizon to the right of the sun the whole time. The sand here has mica in it, and until the sun went under it glittered wherever the surf had wet it down.
The afterglow turned out better than the sunset itself. The sky went from orange to pink and held it long after the sun was gone, and the wet sand kept the color going back up the beach. Waves came in low and even the whole evening. The rope off the dinghy was half buried by the time I left.