The sun begins its lazy fall into the sea, and children play on the beach. The wind carries the sounds of the Ferris wheel still, even though it is closed for the summer. Parents and worries and time and tomorrow all wait unconsidered as the children play.
The waves crash on the beach and the waves crash on the beach. A group of friends huddle together completing serious business.
A castle of sand.
There is time yet to play. Evening will not fall, must not fall until it is complete. There is time yet to play and winter and evening shadow can wait.