46 Anniversary Life’s uneventful, and while we were gone The season turned; the winter birds are here And the crowds gone, and the salt atmosphere Is sharper, with a low hazed-over sun Laying its wide and glittery roadway on Gray ocean that looks lonely. Like last year. — Over the cliffs two hang-gliders appear, Slope in and land nearby; I start my run. Sand smooth, smooth! for a runner or a flyer In this gray light and chill air’s misty blend And the sanderlings, lively, lovely, never tire, And the sun suddenly lights a deep red fire Up on the sand, using a beer can end, And all of it makes up my heart’s desire. 91