In truth, it wasn't so early. I arrived on the beach about 8:30 am. But no one else was there. Mine was the only car in the parking area, and the beach was empty as far as I could see in each direction. What a peaceful walk I had. For an hour I trudged through soft sand and rising tide, but it was worth it. For the first time in several weeks I spied a pod of dolphins gracefully making their way north. The sky was bright and sunny, and sea oats swayed gently on the dunes.
By the time I arrived back where I'd started about a dozen folks had staked out their spots above the tide line. I took off my shirt, and laid my glasses inside my hat. The waves were large, and crashed on the shore, spraying droplets in a wide arc behind the breakers. I pushed through the churning water and discovered that just behind the breakers those impressive waves rolled in towards the shore in the most gentle fashion. There I could relax and swim, float, and bob about for a bit. And then it was time to head back home.
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