Brandy hunched her shoulders and plunged her hands into the front pockets of her sweatshirt. If I had to guess, I’d say the temperature had dropped ten degrees while I talked, a very quick and noticeable drop.
Living at the beach has its pros and its cons. The beach, especially near Warhead Dale, has milder winters, so those who like wintery weather might call that a con. The weather does get just cold enough to drive the sunbathers away for a good seven months, which I consider a pro.
I turned around. Brandy and I had walked about half a mile from the steps of Warhead Dale. I suggested that we turn back, since I did not know if the weather would get any better. The weather can be unpredictable at the beach—that is what I would call another con.
Brandy agreed to turn back. I gazed out over the ocean and noted the development of grayish, fluffy clouds with a white tint. This kind of cloud does not rear its head in these parts very often at all.
I continued my tale as my young companion and I trudged back to Warhead Dale.