The spring sun has been warm today, warm enough to bring bathers into the cove. Most have left now that evening is drawing the bright colours and the glitter from the air. A couple are still here, enlaced, oblivious of the growing dusk, wrapped up in themselves. I expect they welcome the darkness and the solitude.
The tide has rolled in and rolled out. Sun is setting. I shall wait here a little while longer, in the cool where water pools and captive fish and shrimps wait for the next high tide and release. I wait for the sun to sink behind the headland and the wind to rise, slopping the choppy waves on the sand with the sound of dying porpoises flapping feeble fins.
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