Spring

Two figures are on the beach, on a sunny spot, shielded from the wind by the flood wall.
They sit close together, the woman with black hair and the one with grey. The black haired one has her legs on top of the other one's, a double cross.
As they are in deep conversation one is drawing doodles in the sand.
Mother and daughter?
No, the grey is a modern colour, becoming more and more popular.

They get up, brush the sand off and walk away. First holding hands, changing this in putting their arms around the other's waist.
The grey haired one puts her head on the shoulder of the black haired, her face against the other's.
A delicate surrender.
After a few steps they stop, to kiss.
It's not a conquering kiss, it's a kiss of acknowledgement.

They walk on, the head resting on the shoulder again.
I watch them until they are disappearing from my sight.
Their spot on the beach has been taken.
A man playing with his dog.
He is holding a wrecked ball in his hands and the dog is trying to pull it out.
The dog is growling in a playful manner, the man laughs very loud.

It's time to walk on.

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