Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach steps at 6-44 a.m.
It was frosty.
The 7 a.m. club were heading south along the water's edge.
A chilly breeze blew from the south west.
The tide was well out.
The 7 a.m. club. head south.
Beach Buoy hadn't spoken to them for months.
Beach Buoy's beach times vary.
The 7 a.m. club's don't.
The wreck today.
The north.
The 7 a.m. club came by on their return north.
It was outstretched arms and hugs all around.
They had a long time no see chat.
They went their separate ways.
7 a.m. sunrise.
The dunes were frosty.
The sky was gorgeous.
Team one black ear stopped for a chat.
The Sun was almost clear of the sea.
The very very wet retriever headed south.
Team one black ear headed back
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-21.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
The Sea Serpent.
Dark and light.
The temperature dropped.
Edges of the darkness headed out into the bay.
An overcast arm began to gather up the bay.
They headed back.
A sweet orange sun was turning into a sour lemon before the clouds claimed it completely.
BEACH BUOY.
