We arrive at the pier of Arès almost by chance at a time when the sun has just set behind the dune and when West is on fire. There are no clouds in the sky and the colors spread over the lower layers of the atmosphere in a gradient of intense orange. A small high tide animates the foreground and reflects these changing lights. A few walkers enjoy this moment, but all are silent; facing West, they contemplate, taking advantage of these fugitive moments, wanting not to miss a second of the transformation.
Then the deep blue takes the controls …
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