BeachAlert File #10

Down by the pier, the waves are crashing halfway up the pilings.  The tide is high. Oh, look.  Somebody’s surfboard got away.  See the little fins sticking out of the water?  Hey, that’s no surfboard.  It’s swimming by itself.  And it’s got a tail.  No, two tails.  It’s a couple of big sea animals. They’re …

BeachAlert File #9

The maintenance vehicle inches by in the semi-darkness, smoothing the shifting sand under it.  The gray sky grows brighter in slow motion.  A line of light appears between two closely packed clouds. That must be the Crack of Dawn.  Being a congenital night person, I don’t know much about this phenomenon.  The only thing that …