October clouds containing water vapor drifted from the south, blocking the afternoon sun from the west. The state below changed to look more gray. The sun's light seemed to have been locked up on the horizon, and only the refraction could be seen.
Grass grows on the soil that collects on top of the breakwater rocks, blown by the ocean breeze, swaying, often even bending over. An angler's fishing reel had apparently been left there. Is it out of desperation or some other reason? Meanwhile to the south the mountain range jutting into the sea looked like blunt blue teeth.
On the breakwater rocks, two umbrella-shaped shelters have been erected. That's artistic. When it rains, anglers or beachgoers can take shelter there. But it can also be used on hot and sunny days.
Under the overcast twilight sky, you can see fishing boats still crossing the estuary. The rocks there seemed to be covered in green moss like feathers. A boy throws his hook into the water. Behind him, the sea pools after the low tide, and it turns into a kind of pond where schools of young fish swim to and fro, and usually they hide under the reflection of the base of a long fallen tree.
The sand bar there seemed to separate between the gray state and its reflection. But the seats there were empty of spectators. As the sun went down, things changed slightly. The overcast clouds were far behind at high altitude. It did not block the light of the setting sun shining on the horizon. It shone golden under the overcast twilight sky.
