#beachone

Olcsealgaire had been on the island exactly two weeks, keeping to himself as he unpacked and organised his cottage the way he needed it.  Not having been to the beach yet and the urge to draw nagging at him since it had been weeks.  It was warm out but Olcsealgaire was still in black jeans and a black t-shirt.  

Driving to the beach wasn't hard but there was no way he could just walk there yet.  Parking his truck he made his way to the sand but not close enough to be wet.  This wasn't that kind of day for him, it was sit and draw day.

The sketchbook in his thick long fingers was larger as he held it easily and was looking around the lines on the page were few as he tried to decide what scene he was going to use the beach as a backdrop for.  It was quiet here compared to where he had come from.  His crutches lay next to him the sliver reflecting the sun.