The beach was completely inhospitable all week.
The sea and sky bore only shades of gray and the wind unfurled fistfuls of sand.
Her message was unequivocal and unapologetic.
And every day--at high tide when she was at her moodiest--I walked down the boardwalk to listen to it.
To feel minute and inconsequential.
To remember that extremes are always more interesting than in-betweens.