There’s nothing quite like the beach in the last official week of summer.
We were at Big Corona, finally able to enjoy the new and shiny restrooms. There were lots and lots of families taking advantage of the cool refuge of the water from the hot sun. Young boogie-boarders (my son among them for the first time) thronged the waves, almost all of them wiping out ninety percent of the time, but they were still having a blast. Fathers and sons dug huge holes in the sand, building bulwarks against the encroaching tide. Mothers dipped the tiny toes of their babies in the water, watching with delight the giggles that usually ensued. Seagulls fought and barked amongst themselves over remnants of chips and bread. Screeches, conversation, radio stations, and laughter could all be heard.
Then, bits of silence appeared, as people began to notice the dolphins playing along the invisible buoy line. The silence spread as more and more people became aware. We shaded our eyes and pointed excitedly as the dolphins continued to play, with even the lifeguard boat giving chase at their antics.
It was all good.