Lying in the tide, right where the waves turned over, and feeling a slight undertow ever so often as one wave advanced and the other receded at the same time.
The salty, foamy water turning my hair into something I didn't recognize, an orang-ing, dry, straggling mass that hung over my shoulders for three days untended.
Delightful crabs scuttling across the sand, white as bone or pearl.
Tonight is the night of the vampire.