Sunday beach walk

Before going to Needlepoint Land to pack my Birds of a Feather trunk, I went for a beach walk.
This is what I saw.
Empty beach, unspoiled.
Clean-smelling air.
Too cold to swim in the ocean, but just right for a brisk 30-minute constitutional.
The tides have already taken away much of what the federal “beach replenishment” project attempted to accomplish last year: staving off the inevitable.
You can’t fool Mother Nature.
Looks like the turtles might have another big dune climb again this summer.
I might try to transplant some beach daisies.