The Light Shift

The fish swam alongside her for a while, and then fell back and down. She stood looking after it, until it was gone. The next day, she decided she would not go looking for the fish. There were more boats than normal, some fishing and others seeming only to float without occupation. On the beach, dogs ran, streaking beneath the heavy rain,. sodden couples stood looking out at the indent of her lighthouse. Waterproofed families, trooped back and forth like sentinels.