fall /2

I walk alongside the beach, savouring the feeling of the gravel crunching beneath my feet. The November chill bites my nose and cheeks. I stop to watch as the wind blows a child’s hood off his head and  carries a red plastic spade away from him. He starts to cry and his mother comforts him.

I carry on walking. I watch fallen leaves being lifted up and carried by the wind, inspired by how things can be moved along just as quickly as they fall.

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