Hanging Out Those Old Love Letters

She could have been a Gormley. 

Standing there.  Not moving.  Deep in thought, and almost ankle deep in water. 

The beach was busy today, the sun was shining and the population did not want to miss out on probably what could be the last bit of light. 

Mostly everyone was in family groups, or couples, or friends, with dogs, without dogs, with multiple dogs, with drones.  With ice Creams.... With Coffees.   

But there she stood. 

Alone. 

Deep in thought. 



I so wish I could mind read   I really, really do.