Winter by the sea always seemed to follow one of two paths. In northern climes, it rolled in like a wild thing with flashing eyes and a booming voice as it shook out its gray skirts across the entire sky. It was blustery and cold and unrelenting, the frozen crust of seaspray left glittering across dark sands and collecting on the bodies of all those hardy enough to brave the shore. In southern ones, it was as mild was warm milk. Cooler than the heat of summer and far less dynamic, marked by sleepy days of weak sunlight and high wispy clouds. He found himself currently located in the second, the mid-day sun a watery golden glow that didn't provide much by way of warmth as he walked through the flat and open plains between the more forested heart of the island and the sandy shoreline. The grasses were still relatively lush despite a lack of rain, the wildlife slightly less varied as the more colorful birds had flown further south where summer still lingered. He doesn't mind the the more subdued quiet of his new home; the intermittent trill of thrushes and petulant cawing of gulls were a soothing backdrop to his wanderings. He doesn't expect company, so he doesn't look for it, yawning widely as he strides towards the beach at his leasure.