And when he came back to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.
I did not appreciate this line on my first reading. Now, with the cumulative weight of several read-throughs and a better eye for spotting the connections between different sections (especially shared imagery like the shore, the sky, the clouds, etc) it seems to me strikingly, mournfully, beautiful.
