The beach! (15:55)

The AirH-card get no coverage out here, not very surprising since there are no buildings for at least half a km. So I'll write this now and post it when I get back.
It's quite cold and windy which makes it a little bit harder to write. Even so there are quite a few people walking on the beach this Sunday afternoon.
The wind was in my face when biking here, so it took me about 75 minutes. That's counting the two times my chain got loose and a quick lunch stop at 7-eleven. The 40 minute stop at Hard Off is not included.
The beach seems dirtier than I remember. Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks, or maybe the winter storms washed up and uncovered alot of this stuff. All of it seems quite old and sad, a memory of summers past. Crumpled and faded cans, bright logos worn by sand and sun to shades that remind me of old cracking house paint. Parts of broken bottles, bricks, concrete, some old and sea worn but most still sharp enough to hurt if stepped on, maybe even enough to break the skin. Short bits of frayed rope, mostly made of green and blue plastic. Half burned pieces of wood from old fires. Unidentifiable bits of ancient plastic. A few driftwood logs, like the one I'm sitting on. Put toghether with the scraggly beach grass and big concrete wave breakers it gives the beach its character.
I long for summer.
The cold is getting to me and I will stop here.
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didn' quite get home before posting, I've stopped in a park because I remembered I wanted to look up some reviews of a game I saw at Hard Off.