A Quiet Time

He didn't have anything in particular he felt like doing today. He felt like what he needed most was to think, and that was how he'd been spending most of his time as of late. Just...thinking. Mostly about his retirement. Who he wanted to step up and take his place, or at the very least...train to take his place. He was strongly considering stepping down, however. He was too old to deal with all the stress of leadership and taking care of everyone. Or trying to, anyway. He sat down on the black sands of the beach and stared out at the ocean, the crashing of the waves against the shore soothing to his ears. Retiring and stepping down was really all he could think about...and while he felt like it's all that had been on his mind, he hadn't really talked to anyone about it because he felt like he couldn't. Even in his old age, he still feared judgment in some form from others. Feeling like they'd say he was doing the wrong thing, but...change wasn't always bad, was it? Maybe...just maybe...this was what he needed. But he wouldn't know until it was done.