BeachAlert File #13

The tide recedes, leaving a broad boulevard of beach behind.  The rising sun brightens the heavy cloud cover.  Cool, mellow breezes carry the welcome sound of waves as they break against the shore.  The water flows gently a long way across the flat terrain.  The foam is greenish-yellow today. I ponder this as I start …

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 …