March of the Tiny Sea Turtles

The way the sun said goodbye every night, with a pale green explosion
upon entering the liquid red of the Pacific west, made me aware that it
ushered in the hour of magic.

It was the hour when there was still
light in the horizon, and yet you could still feel the starshine start
to sparkle.  A march of tiny turtles... and then there was the trembling of dreams just about to flood your head