Standing on the beach at twilight, watching the surf rolling onto the sand, wave after wave, one right after the next. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, but not everyone goes with the ebb and the flow.
I walked back alone along the two and half blocks we had walked together to the sea. My car service was needed. She couldn’t walk that far again — the wind was too strong, the chill in the air too biting. A million excuses except the one that is truth.