Dear Graham,
We had a beautiful early morning walk on the beach today. The sky was the color of the inside of an oyster shell—a silvery, pearl-white dome—and the ocean a deep green-gray, with milky waves rolling in. A gentle mist filled the air, lightly spraying our faces and arms. The air was cool, and the tide was slowly moving out.
We walked a long distance toward the east, picking up shells and playing along the foamy shoreline. We saw dozens and dozens of crabs of all sizes, the color of sand, scampering across the beach into the water and disappearing. We’ve never seen so many and wondered if it has something to do with the change of the season.
We also saw two horses running free on the beach—one reddish-brown and the other a dirty white. They galloped wildly past us and down the beach to the west.
When we turned to head home, we ran into our new friend Ron and walked with him to the opposite side of the beach. He showed us perfect swimming spots and pointed out a few smaller beaches where we can try out our new boogie boards.
Graham, Tom, and I are deeply happy here and hope you’ll come visit us soon. There’s so much to show and share with you.
A somewhat disappointing aside: when we returned to the log where we had tucked our flip-flops, they were gone. Many times, we’ve carried them, but this time—with no one else on the beach—we thought it was safe to leave them. We were wrong.
A reminder for you to keep us and your flip flops close to your heart.
With love,
CC
