The tide is urgently rising up to the dunes at the same time the sun is hiding to give way to the night. A surfer in his all black wetsuit carrying his white surfboard on his side slowly emerges out of the solitude of the endless coastline, making his way to Papamoa Beach to catch some waves before the light goes out. The water that reaches the shore perfectly mirrors the scene and I notice the scattered cotton pink clouds that dress up the sky, unapologetically. Within minutes, the sun is gone and almost everything else around me, but the sound of the crashing waves, becomes imperceptible.