Each day a new color makes its way into the sky, a deeper blue, a paler pink,
a lavender I'm sure I've never quite seen before. The water too, sometimes it's grey
or grey-green or translucent or bright blue and shimmering. Nearly still one morning
and fierce, rushed and unrelenting the next.
On the sand a collage of spiraled shells, soft sand, straw and tiny white rocks or a deep brown piece of driftwood or a piece of seaweed arranged on the sand by the tides and the wind so it looks just like a flower.
The gulls are there, swooping and chattering or flying by hushed, the families of ducks, the geese and sometimes the elegant white egrets.
Every day it happens all over again, this rush of song and beauty and color.
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