It was around 7 pm when they hit the Beach. The was a breeze from the west. The tide was well out. |
The beach was quiet. |
View to the North..... They continued South on THEIR beach. Black smoke blew down the river from the southern side and out to sea in hot pursuit of Beach Buoy's hopes and dreams. |
The light changed as the Sun lowered and Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed back. A Jogger approached as if he had a message to convey. It became obvious that the message was for someone else. |
Sometimes having your head in the clouds is the only place to be. As much as Beach Buoy loves the Beach, burying you head in the sand instead, is not the way to go. |