When the new bridge into Beaufort was built, the old two-lane was left below it as a community fishing pier. It's a place for anyone to fish, an equal opportunity for anyone to be on the water, and people of all ages, all colors, all walks of life gather there in the evening.
Some, like us, are just out for a stroll, but most are tending to the business of catching supper.
Families cluster around coolers of food and drinks, wives ease into chairs with books, chldren tend their lines as seriously as adults. Everyone is friendly, hushed, polite.
The air cools, dusk settles, the sun's evening performance begins.
We usually find a picnic table halfway down the pier and sit and watch the show.
When the sun is gone, when the last boat nears the shore, we head for home,
enfolded in a benediction over another treasured day.