Far Rockaway...

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)