Early risers were setting up on the beach. They all had the perfect spot.
I walked and stopped. Stopped and walked. The deeper shades of gold and pink sank to the oceans bottom as the sun came up for air.
I could do this every day.I saw familiar faces as the days ticked by.
The old man in the red shirt.
The young woman in black sneakers.
The old woman and her cane.I wondered if they noticed me noticing them. Clearly.