They sit in chairs intensely focused on the horizon, wade in the surf, or hide their faces behind cameras clicking away. Couples hold hands, laughing while strolling in the sand.
Kids build castles and chase crabs.
Teenagers profess their love by writing their names in the sand.
I'm darting through them on my bicycle, gliding beside the ocean's edge, marveling at the low line of purple clouds the sun is hiding behind.
A slight sea breeze blows my hair back and the smell of salt hangs heavy in the air.
I'm zipping pass the slow motion in a universe of my own.
At 13th Street I turn into the soft sand and the bike immediately sinks to a stop. Climbing off I push it to the crosswalk over the sand dunes and sea oats. On top I put the kick stand down and sit on the railing, letting my flip flops drop to the wooden planks.
A little girl with a bag of potato chips giggles as she throws them one by one into the air so seagulls pluck them from the sky squawking in delight.
Cargo ships are coming and going in the channel.
The sun bursts above the clouds turning them the colors of the rainbow and everyone on the beach stops to admire God's finger painting. I hear them hold their collective breaths.
A smacking sound draws my attention to the huge sand dunes and I see a couple laying together passionately kissing.
Shrugging my shoulders, I smile and jump back on my bicycle and coast down the crosswalk for the ride home.
The streets are intensely quiet. Pastel colored houses sit still. Palm trees sway slightly in the breeze. The pungent aroma of the marsh emerges overwhelming my senses.
This is the day the Lord has made and She's done a damn fine job!
I'm going to wait until Sarah wakes up then we're going to rejoice and be glad in it.
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