Beach

I walked along the beach in the sun.
Summer is gone. This was an autumn warmth. Passed the camper vans by the swimming pools, watched the glittering sea. Regarded the sun with suspicion, but it was shifted in the sky and doesn't blind me like it did back even in September.
The Meeting Place cafe was open. I wished I could stop for a coffee, but I had work and hurried on, up the slopes away from the beach and onto West Street. If I still smoked I would have stopped for a cigarette but I gave up smoking two years ago.
I walked back through town tonight.
It would have been too dark on the beach.