In the late afternoon, we were arriving at the Shornciffe Pier again. The spectacle was as attractive as usual, despite the winds being much stronger than last time. The sea winds seemed to have blown the seawater into the atmosphere, making the air smell salty. Ivan was very active and exciting as he was merrily running along the pier. Since today was not the weekend, there were only a few people sparsely distributed on the pier, leaving enough space for us to linger around and take photos.
It was a sunny and clear day, though there were clouds with either white or grey colours floating in the blue sky. At the time when we arrived there, the sun was still quite harsh, shining its golden beams on the ground. But after a while, it soon fell to the west. The sunset had made a patch of red clouds to the west of the sky and smeared some pink mist to the east.
We took some photos and then we were thinking about going home as there were mosquitoes at night on the shore. However, a stranger asked me whether we needed his help to take some photos for us. I courteously refused as we wanted to keep a social distance from the others. However, they then asked me to help them to take a photo. Though I was a bit reluctant, I could not find a good excuse to refuse. This was what the life about living under the pandemic.
I checked the information online and knew moonrise time would be around 5:41 pm, which was about 20 minutes later. We then slowly walk to the children’s playground to spend some time before going to the end of the park where there was a narrow and long concrete passage stretching to the middle of the sea. We cautiously stepped to the passage and wandered there for a while before I saw a big and round moon appeared on the horizontal line of the sea. The moon gradually rose to the sky. When the whole world had become darker and darker, the moon itself had become more and more brilliant.
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