It was just a little homemade sandcastle, surrounded by a dry moat, a few shells for decoration, a stick as sentry or flag at its center and a bright red shovel left behind.
But it was a promising sign on the first weekend in February; the snow and ice had mostly melted and, for a couple hours anyway, the beach became a playground again.
On the walk home I heard someone say, "Snow tomorrow, three to four inches."
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