I remember how it was as though it was yesterday: My shadow is long as it stretches over the sand. It’s early morning. The chairs and chaise longues are not out on the sand yet.
Waves come in, washing away sand and leaves and bubbles left by the previous wave. My shadow stretches ahead over the sand, long and lean.
The dog approaches. He stands in the waves. Then he jumps this way and that.
Where’s his owner? I look around. No one is paying him any attention.
He comes closer. He’s