A Moment Lost - and Found

I awoke just before my comrades. On the beach just south of Mulege. The eastern sky was on fire with deep, vibrant reds and purples. On the rocky beach a young couple clad in Grundens patched a small gill net as I crept past not wanting to disturb the pelican perched at the water's edge providing the foreground in the money shot composed in my mind of the glorious morning. Kneeling down to carefully frame the pelican standing guard over the ruby red sonrisa I disturbed the serenity of the scene, and the bird flew past the two fishermen who briefly looked up from their needles. The moment was lost, and the boys were already packing up their gear.