The sky's ablaze with amber gold and tangerine zeal. The unwieldy ocean mass eagerly awaits its union with the crimson orb suspended in the sky.
Scores of humans are gathered to witness this intimate dance of water and fire, of two celestial objects sundered 90 million miles apart, but united here today... in consciousness.
The alterity of this terrain beyond the Sea Point promenade, awakens the oneiric and the human subjects are rendered speechless as the sinking sun whispers:
'Speak... only if you can improve the silence.'