Head bowed, buffeted by a bitterly cold February wind.
Tears streaming down my face
Eyes blinking against the sunlight's glare.
Head turned toward a radiant sun
Lost in the magic of stay puff marshmallow clouds
Numb hands gripping the camera's body
Wondering how to begin to capture this magic
Kneeling on wet damp sand
Listening to the shreiking of laughing gulls
Watching the itty bitties battling ferocious gusts of wind
Tasting gritty bits of sand