Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-28 p.m.
Exactly twelve hours since their most recent visit.
It was a very muggy evening.
The tide was well in.
The Wind Turbines were frozen in time.
They all looked to the south west.
They were motionless, not a breath of wind.
The beach was very quiet.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-01 p.m.
He added beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They let the sky grow darker a while.
"See you Mate."
Light was fading as quickly as a dropping stone fell from a grasp.
Almost before they knew it, they were back at the van.
BEACH BUOY.
