Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They left the house at 4-30 p.m. on foot and paw.
It was Sunny.
Yellow leaves crunched underfoot.
They arrived at 4-44 p.m.
It was very windy.
It looked like a barcode beach as lines of dry sand blew out to sea.
They headed south.
They stood at a windswept Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy watched white horses race point to point across the bay.
Behind them, the dunes grass mimicked the rolling sea.
The term "Bright and Breezy." Fitted the day perfectly.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
They headed back.
They went along the promenade as Beach Buoy needed to photograph it for a drawing later.
The Promenade.
A found lost scarf blew in the wind as it waited for its owner to return.
BEACH BUOY.
