I chanced upon this sonnet by Wordworth and thought the words were very befitting to the time I spent at the Far Rockaway.
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquility; The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the Sea; Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder everlastingly.
(By William Wordsworth)