Days like these I wouldn't want to live anywhere else except by the beach. It's been stormy for the past two weeks and the wind has been so strong that it has knocked over small children.
The beach takes on a different persona in the rain, one that is as beautiful as the sunny-day beach.
The waves haphazardly crash into one another on stormy days. The water is a different color with patches of seaweed. The sand is a different texture, much easier to walk in and the pelicans and seagulls have a heyday catching fish with no people around. Not a surfer in sight today and few others. The waves creeped all the way up to the lfe guard towers and washed up all kinds of goodies, a dead baby eel, clumps of seaweed and of course, the trash.
