Marco island on the Gulf.
A steady stream of beach walkers pass me by. Collecting shells & swapping tales.
One fisherman, George from Angola/New Jersey, carefully monitoring three poles, surveys the vast Gulf. I’ve already seen him catch three juvenile sharks and return them to the water.
Not one swimmer.
The golden sun warms the beach, the water (albeit not too much), and my cheeks. Note: yes, I’m slathered in SPF50.
This white sand paradise fills my heart and soul.
Aloha,
Denise
