Sunday afternoon beach walk.
Gray sand and sky. Not cold but not warm. A light wind.
Crunchy shells underfoot.
Seagulls searching for food, floating in the water, sleeping on the sand.
The perfect-sized rock to throw just close enough to make them fly.
Peanuts the horseshoe crab, alive for another day.
Lost in thought, lost in conversation, lost in laughter.
For one moment, we owned the whole beach.
Spring is here.
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