Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-12 p.m.
It was a grey windy evening.
Gulls stood.
They all faced the same direction.
The direction of the wind.
They all faced the same future.
Autumn was here.
Winter would follow.
A lady played with her dog down by the sea.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
A cluster of tiny blue confetti-type hearts lay on the strand-line.
Beach Buoy picked one up to photograph.
He placed it on a page of his beach book, to shelter it from the wind.
In a second it was gone, no photogragh.
Hearts can be like that.
Seabirds stood, feet in sea water, the all just seemed to be looking at one another for ideas as to what to do.
A lazy poem.
THE SEA IS GREY
THE SKY IS BLUE
RINKY DINKY
DINKY DO.
A driftwood best seller.
THE SEA AND ME.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He looked down at the beach.
29 Oystercatchers stood with a lone gull
A parcel and a stamp.
He looked at the stack .
He had found a photograph of Stubborn Dog earlier that day
He had to put it face down , too sad seeing that little face.
Those eyes.
"See you mate."
He headed back to the beach with stinging eyes and puffing cheeks.
They began a slow walk back.
Beach Buoy paused.
He turned.
He took off his hat.
He waved at the stack.
The light began to fade
Daylight handed the baton to the Buoys, Markers and lighthouse to name a few.
BEACH BUOY.
