Week 2: Midnight magic

I was out and about in Newport one night and sometime around 2am my boyfriend and I decided to take a walk on the beach. The way the moon was hitting the water totally captivated us and we ended up spending about 30 minutes just sitting on the sand watching the moon and the water change colors. I took this picture with my crappy camera phone, and was pleasantly surprised by how well it turned out. In the moment I was captivated by this image because the way the moon was hitting the water was so powerful, and it made me feel happy and warm; but the sky was pitch black and the water looked angry. Even though all my other surroundings were dark and gloomy, there was something magical about how the moon was hitting the water, and how the light would change from a bright white to an orange back to white that made me feel secure. In my mind I usually associate dark black colors to be unhappy and dull- however, in the moment I felt none of those things. I remember it being an unusually cold night- until I stopped to watch the moon, and all of a sudden I couldn't feel the breeze anymore and I was totally content.