Quarter past Midnight

The sea offered recompense again. Autumn in the foamy-waves, in the breeze. October is coming, winter is coming. Time moves fast, but it seems forever since I got back from America. Town was full of panic and sadness, and the future looking too blank and shadowy, full of old refrains I didn't think I'd hear again.
Came home, slept for an hour or two, watched television.
Try to stay awake as long as I can so I can sleep the day.
This wasn't quite what I had in mind when I left work, nearly a month ago now.