The Mirage of Returning Youth

The sea was so calm that its marmer did not reach him even though it lay but 500 yards away. The old man had the mirage of returned youth in his brain, he thought he was going out to sea as of yore. He reached the end of the patch and crawled through a stile that led into a wide, craggy stretch of wasteland above the shore. Now he could smell the order of the brine and a faint thrill of joy passed through his body. Overcome by this joy, he rested on a stone bench by the side of the path.