Brighton - Revisited

Without any concrete plans, I took the first bus outside the café, and found myself once again, on the train to Brighton.

It was low tide and Brighton Beach wasn’t a pretty sight. People were still walking their dogs, and the gloomy weather didn’t get me down even for a tiny bit. For I was alone, out in the world exploring, though it would be over in two days time as I returned to the hustle and bustle life back home again.