By the time he arrived at the beach and started to trudge across the sand, the cold and wet sand stuck to the insides of his sandals and rubbed against his skin. It hurt. It was annoying. It fit right in with the kind of day that he was having.
When he reached the point where the sand was no longer loose, but compacted from the water rushing up on it, he stopped and looked out to sea. The ocean was gray today. Where there was normally delineation between the ocean and the sky, today there was none. Just a gray ocean that blurred into a gray sky. He looked up and down the beach. The sand almost looked gray as well. He turned and watched the cars going by. He looked at the houses on the nearby cliffs. Everything had a tinge of gray. He wondered if he was seeing the world colored by his emotions. He shivered. The normally warm southern California day was cold, damp and dreary. His day had just gone from really bad to worse. He didn’t know what to do, but he decided to head back to the house. Maybe something will come to him.
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