Rain Over the Peninsula Malltraeth Bay, looking toward the Llyn Peninsula

I’d been watching the sky shift for a while — the kind of evening where you’re not sure what will come next. A dark bank of rain moved slowly across the sea, just touching the distant headlands. But behind it, the light broke through — not fiercely, but with quiet persistence.

The beach had emptied. The tide was low, the sand mirror-like. It felt like the world had paused — just long enough for the sky to lay itself down across the water. Then the moment passed, as these moments do.