It's tough to take pictures at sunset on the windy beach. This might be the last time I go to this particular stretch of shoreline. I keep thinking out this last and the end of that place and so on, but I'm rather accustomed to ends by now. Leaving places really isn't too traumatizing for me; I made my first flight and move when I was six months old, so leaving is more habit than anything. There will be other beaches, although I did quite enjoy the quietness of this one.