An evening walk at Formby Point, the second day of September, out by the shoreline as the tide drew out and the sun sank slowly into a golden haze.
a wide stretch of sand
you walk out
into space
as to
an appointment
with so much
space around you
intention
drops from you
here is where
forward momentum
runs out in
pure extension
no longer
ahead of yourself
in imagination
nor behind yourself
pushing on
you walk
above yourself
space spreading around you
the sand
bearing your weight
turning back from the sea
from margins and limits
behind yellow dune and grey dune
beyond the old hay meadows
follow your inclination
a drift of thistledown
– Thomas A. Clark: The Hundred Thousand Places
That's How The Light Gets In 
One of my favourite places!