They would stroll along the seafront and down to the golden sands in mystical communion.
Alas, all went wrong and they had separated years ago.
Yet this place remains the same, he thought.
We are like grains of sand on the beach, our lives of no significance whether filled with joy or sorrow.
He snapped more pictures of the setting sun.
He would post them on Facebook that evening to share the beauty of the world.