Sunset in Hyères

The dressing put on the tomatoes, which are the rest of today’s lunch, and some couscous.
The rice salad, with framboise sauce, as a secret flavor.
Hot tea after dinner.

The kids’ shadows, running into the shallow sea.
Seen from the shore, like an ink smudge.

Drawing a gradation of light pink to light blue and gray.
The sunset at Hyères is slowly fading.

Sand on the beach still warm.
White yachts floating in watery colors.
Women’s chatting, never minding the evening wind getting stronger.

The kids are going too far.
“Hey, don’t go any more, it's time to go home”

The lifted rug, fluttering in the sea breeze.
Packing up our stuff, put it in each car trunk.
Even whom we are kissing good bye, we can't see well.

With a rapid disband,
The Magic Hour has ended.