He sat alone. The sky darkening minute by minute. Autumn was now upon us. Another week and the clocks change. He pondered the thought... Change into what?
A nonsense of language. One among many. The sun now gone all that remained was the violet tones of its reflection on heavy laden clouds. Laden like his thoughts. Overwhelmed with the emptiness, the missing. He said goodbye to the sea and walked to the car, the dog now satisfied. Anyone would think the walk was for his well being, not his masters.