You stop talking mid-sentence. Everyone does the first time, standing at the cliff edge with the entire Pacific going orange in front of them and nothing whatsoever in between. What changes on this night is that the gates stay open after the public has gone home, so the monument belongs to a small crowd instead of a parking lot's worth of day traffic: lighthouse lit, tide pools quiet, the city glowing across the water like somebody left every light on for you. A glass of local beer or wine in your hand, a cover band working through Beatles songs behind you, tastings from restaurants around the city, and rangers who will name the constellations once it is properly dark. It is a fundraiser for the foundation that protects the place. Come and lose your words the same way everyone before you did.