I think of going out for the sunset as a quiet, peaceful sort of thing to do. Not last night though. There were two sets of tweenaged boys screaming and playing in the water, and it seemed the seagulls were attempting to out-do them noise-wise. One of the sets of boys, three of them, had two of them extremely far out in the water, and the one on the shore was screaming to them to criticize them. I was almost afraid to zoom out and look for them in the water for fear of what I’d do if they appeared to be in trouble. Happily for them, and me, they were okay. The other set of boys kept choosing to play football between me and the sunset, and in moving myself to get away from them I managed to get in someone else’s view and he let me know it in no uncertain terms. Still, it was good to be out for the sunset. I’ve been looking at the cloudy skies lately and talking myself out of going out. Sometimes I have to give myself a little push, and I’m usually glad I did.