It's the little details

Visited the Island Archway recently and even though the rocks had been separated {after a partial collapse two years ago} and no longer formed an arch, it didn't matter. With the sun beamed upon my face and soft whistles of a gentle breeze, it could not have been more perfect. It was amazing just watching out to the waters, in awe of the intricate little details of the rock formations. {Of course, no day would be complete without catching a glimpse of a boy on his daddy's shoulders, or a guy just standing casually on the edge of a rail. Insane, I tell ya.}