I used to meet a friend every weekday morning at the trailhead at Tennessee Valley at 6 and we would run down to the beach and back. We'd always pause to savor the sea and the wonderful rock arch. I visited many times of day, always enjoying what seemed an eye to the sky. Over the years, it has become a walk, not a run, and less often, so I was unaware until today that the arch has fallen.
I just finished reading Gary Thorp's book Sweeping Changes, and still I'm surprised by change.
There, I read: We are all haiku
only here for seventeen
syllables, three lines.