I stopped and sat for a while today at the turn point during my evening run, to watch the sun setting.
While I was there I took this photo and wrote a few words, which seemed to spring into a poem.
Misty peaks of mountains
Red misty blankets flow
Blinking buoys out to sea
Gentle whispery breeze blows
Seagulls cry in the distance
Blinking houses across the way
Sun setting beyond the sailing boats
Peace and tranquility in the bay