The gringo shuffles his boots slowly along the boardwalk, waiting for the sun to rise. The ocean waves of Ventura are his ever constant companion.
He finds a quiet spot underneath the pier to sit and listen to the music the waves make as they cascade across the smooth stones on the beach.
The sadness seems to play a little more loudly this day, and he wonders if his time has come.
Not a bad way to go, the gringo ponders as his toes get soaked in the rising tide. He takes a step closer before seeing a squirrel on a rock watching him.
He supposes not, and heeds the wise words of the squirrel and continues to listen to the ocean’s music before carrying on through another day.