Our esteemed publisher woke promptly at six thirty, whirling with excitement for our first beach trip of summer—joined by several friends and their families. What our publisher did not do, however, is check the wind forecast.
Despite the ensuing offshore gale and a full suite of airborne tents and umbrellas, Kina and her crew stayed at the shore for four hours. Sand was everywhere! Goosebumps were pervasive! And yet—nobody takes our beach from us, no how.
It’s rare that the water is more comfortable than the sand at the end of May, but she and I spent a good while underneath the choppy waves, where our nerve endings slowly shut down and we dunked with glee. Emerging, however, caused no end of drama for Kina, as noted in our second headline. The suffering she will endure—and which she will drag her Sea Parent into—for love of the ocean knows no bounds.