I saw a little boy
carrying a dead fish
at the beach.
The fish was flat - decayed -
the color of wet sand
viewed through my tinted glasses,
what added to the gloom of the day.
It made me think of change.

Here it was
a warm October day and
just 3 months ago
this beach was packed
with people,
and water more inviting.

These days are getting colder.
I hate the cold;
it reminds me of something inside myself;
something not just cold
but something dead -
life isn't like the seasons;
there's little guarantee
that the sun and warmth
will return.