I go for a walk to Willows Beach to have a smoke. (This is not unusual, I do it nearly everyday.) When I get there it is night, and there is a man walking at the edge of the water beyond the reach of the street lamps. I can just barely see him, although he is quite close. I need to reach him, he has something to tell me that I need to know, but he keeps slipping away into the shadows before I can reach him.