to the lighthouse

It was decent enough out to paint today, so Dylan took his things down to the boardwalk. It wasn't too busy so he pretty easily found a spot and settled down, neatly laying out his supplies. Dylan was probably wearing more layers than strictly necessary, but it gets cold down there this time of year if you aren't careful, and spend hours by the water like he does, obsessing over whether the water was more blue or green today before finally getting brush to canvas.

He painted for what he assumed was probably a couple of hours before his stomach told him it was time to eat, so he started to pack away his things to go in search of something delicious - or at the very least, warm.