The beach was known for its white sand. Next to the ocean, the incoming tide transformed the sand into something gray and hard. Once the tide went out, the sand dried and was soft.
People visiting the beach had a choice for where they walked. The beach watched some choose the wet firmness that let them walk fast, while others worked hard as the soft sand captured their feet.
Parts of the beach were covered with blankets, towels, and reclining chairs. The beach saw people lying down getting tans. Some foolishly got burned. The beach could do nothing to warn them. The lifeguards the beach watched on their towers were too busy doing water protection to worry about skin damage.
The cigarette butts, plastic bags, and other garbage left on the beach made it sad. This junk continued to appear despite an ample supply of trash cans and “Keep Your Beach Clean” warning signs. Sometimes the beach had a low opinion of humans.
That opinion soared on days when people made elaborate sandcastles. The beach enjoyed these temporary artistic displays until the tide washed them away.
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