The soft sand beneath my feet is blistering hot, beads of perspiration form on my forehead as the sun beats down. I slowly saunter down the beach, almost in sync with rhythm of the tide.
I feel imperious, splendiferous, can life get any better than this, I need refreshment, I see a beach bar in the distance.
I set my mind to purpose to quench my ever growing thirst, perambulating past children who are entertaining themselves in all manners of beach side fun, does it seem so long since I was doing the same thing?
I reach my destination, thankfully the premises are empty which is a blessing, I pull up a chair and wait to be attended too, 5 minutes pass and I am starting to get impatient, stay calm.
The camera pans out, an old man stares at a photograph alone with his memories in his prison cell.