Upon Reflection
A cold and blustery afternoon on a sleepy, Sussex beach. With drizzle and more than a hint of autumn melancholy in the air, the quiet of a weekday afternoon permeated the seafront whilst the young and the waged were otherwise engaged. Perhaps only those with a heightened sense of time would venture out in such conditions, to walk the shifting, crunching shingle and to hold a defiant face up to the weather. With cap very firmly on head and hands buried deep into well worn pockets, this felt like a long established routine. And I reflected, with just a hint of sadness, that we all walk a solitary and often lonely path through life at times, no matter what our circumstances may be.
