Just beachy

So, a bit about me and my exciting life.

I was on my way home this evening, heading for the warm glow of a parents' living room, when I passed a long stretch of autumn beach. It was twilight, the sunset was long melted away, but the sand still radiated heat. Abandoned sand castles dotted the high-tide mark, haunted houses now, crumbling away. I rolled up my jeans and dug my bare feet into the sand. There were all the scuffles and squeaks of night noises in the dunes. Shadows stretched longer out to eat the the beach as I walked. I could see shapes of other beachcombers but their faces were masked with dark, too anonymous to need a hello-isn't-it-a-lovely-evening. Yes, anti-social me likes that. The velvety dusk was like an invisible cape swinging around my shoulders. And I didn't even step on an errant dog poo.