At the Beach

LANTANA, FL — The air was the exact temperature you’d want it to be: a touch of sun, a touch of breeze, fresh, embracing. The sea was all kinds of turquoise, topped with lacelike white waves, dancing against the shell-strewn sand.

Birds passing through stopped by to enjoy — short-legged ones with long yellow bills, strangers normally to this beach.

Fat families sprawled crowded together around sand-castles and coolers. Taut teenagers lay stoicly still, jumped up, took pictures of each other. A grandfather walked along the shore his face tilted down to his little charge, who stooped into the sand and delightedly raised a treasure he found there.

“Yeah, but that one’s not particularly special,” the grandfather replied, “I don’t see anything special about it.”

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