When you go to the beach and the tide is running out over flat sand, the sky is kind of clear. That sky, the blue and the clouds, are all reflected on the wet, flat sand. That. We saw this at Newport on my birthday, and I came across a similar scene today, when the sun finally came out again, at Aberporth. What joy to see that sun.
Earth of light
sky of earth
(from Dancing the Siguiriya, by Federico Garcia Lorca)
All the blue heavens have landed on the beach,
the whole of the sky lies at our feet.
Still and silent on a winter-weathered strand
somehow earth and heaven have contrived to meet.
And there is the whole of the sky on the sand,
it’s right there, just in front of our feet.