That what-if actually started happening
The sky in the west didn’t look promising. Not one bit. Seriously, it was rather depressing. I didn’t feel like heading to the beach. I told myself that it would be a waste of time. And part of me just wanted to keep reading the book that I has been reading. But a what-if got into my head. I drove to Flat Rock Point in PV. The waves were crashing as high as my height. Then, that what-if actually started happening. The sun dropped below the thick blanket of clouds and started dispersing the orange glow over the far end of the ocean.