Saturday afternoon,
Late on.
It was just a walk.
It is only a few minutes away.
A better option than just walk around the block.
It was cold.
There was snow on the hills in the distance.
Golfers headed back to the Clubhouse.
In the distance, on the edge of the Golf Course sat the gentleman who sleeps rough.
He sat with his world close to him as he waited for people to go and darkness to arrive.
BEACH BUOY.
