Chiaroscuro...

The sun disguised itself as the moon

To hide for an afternoon

I looked down as I walked and 

I was not fooled

Well maybe for a moment

The day had been the hazy sort that sent 

Thoughts in all directions

Making you want to do everything 

Or stay in bed, be lazy, and do nothing

Except have happy recollections

I had watched the waves curling 

While surfers rode them as best they could

The sets were coming in small and the tide swirling some

The water was a dark blue grey on the surface

But a lovely aqua green within the ocean swells

Old surfers that are young at heart kept pace

With the tides, their hearts beating strong and well

On my walk away from the sandy beach

I looked down and was reminded 

How we can find things that have such a stark

Contrast to one another, light and dark

A grey day but with so many bright parts

A dirty dark street making such a pretty picture

Water reflecting the trees being moved by the breeze

The sun momentarily as an unmoving fixture 

That looks like the moon in it's silver shade

Due to the overcast marine layer that made

The day only appear quite dreary