The beautiful Celtic tide washed on the mystical ground of the Netherlands as the sun set blossomed in the distance.

A Mallard duck took flight into the pink sky, which left bubbles in his wake.

What a miracle it was to be on the sandy beach, and watch the lobster men pull their catch off the boats, and onto the rotting dock.

They had a merry glow to their faces behind the shivering from cold,which told me they had a good catch.

“Good day Ocean!” I called to the never ending sea, as I swiftly, and silently made my way to the maroon Car. I think I’m ready for the long trip home.