Triple Visual Dare #4 (click to see others to this weeks challenge)
Kyle felt the cold breeze of ocean air across his face, hands in his sweat shirt pockets. It was fall, and though the air was warmer here than where he was raised he still felt the bite of winter. It was Thanksgiving, and a thousand miles from anyone who he thought might care. He looked at the empty parking lot, most days it would be packed but not today. Only the crow looked and squawked at him from a lamp. He ran his hand over the cross around his neck as he looked back to the ocean and smiled.