On a foggy day at the beach, the fine mist covers everything. It covers the pretty little houses lined up along the Strand. It covers the pier. It covers the lifeguard shacks. It covers the line that separates the sky from the sea. Things look very different. On a day like this, it’s easy to …
BeachAlert File #3
The tightly-packed, fine-grained sand was shiny in the wash of the surf and the light of the rising sun. You could see the reflection of the clouds. They looked like little white lambs moseying across the blue sky. Do lambs mosey? Never mind. I digress. Let’s go talk to the happy little clams, okay? We’ll …