Friday evening.
It was 6-20.
Just Beach Buoy and Another Dog tonight.
It had been a sunny day.
It was overcast but mild now.
The breeze off the sea was refreshing.
They headed south as a high tide claimed more and more of the beach.
The clouds to the north were dramatic.
A dad watched as two kids paddled in the sea.
Up to the stack they went.
"Evening Mate."
He added stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched a rippled sea claim a footprint peppered beach.
"See you mate."
They headed back, adding more pepper.
A couple with a Pug headed south.
Another couple with a Pug headed north.
A moon over the dune waited in the wings for the sun to complete it's performance.
They headed to the van.
Nights are drawing in.
The van's fairy lights went on.
BEACH BUOY.
