stilloutside43

Beach by Night It was cold. She shivered, pulling her coat closed, tighter for protection. At night, the air was more crisp and pure- the salt cleansed the normally stifling atmosphere. The best time in her opinion was at seven o’clock; where most would be eating dinner. At this time, the beach would be empty, deserted. Rough around the edges, with the presence of a thousand people’s fun still clearly evident- it became almost magical at night. Wrappers waltzed to their own rustle of music in the wind, rocks, sharp from their descent from the cliff, nipped at her feet like teeth. Only the closest stretches of sand were illuminate