I've spent the day watching my young boys frolic in the surf with abandon. Their sturdy little bodies working as hard as they can to fight their way through the strength of the ocean. Ohhh to have such joy of being in the moment. We had a spell of rain in the late afternoon. And I took a nap. A luxury I don't often have. The boys played games and vegged on the couch. First full day I would call a great success. Boys are digging in the surf for these tiny little purpley orange clams less that the size of a pinky nail. As soon as the clam is unearthed it wriggles through the sea foam like mad embedding itself back into the wet sand.