Beach Walk

I was walking for a while. It was late but not quite dark. I found myself on the beach. This day was very important to me, it was the anniversary of my husband’s death. The memories of this beach were astounding, memories of my husband and I walking along with our dog running as fast as she could past us, picnics on the very same spot I was standing on right this minute. The waves were majestic as if the flow was perfectly timed. The sand crunched under my feet, it was cold as if the water had just rushed over it. I looked up, the sky was clear but somehow grey and gloomy.