It was all in a day’s walk, really. The familiar sights and cadence of our feet along the sand. Morning. Evening. By the pool, along the boardwalk, past the turtles, into the powder-like sand – feet bare all day, every day. Cool Gulf tides, a carpet of seaweed, and the company of shore birds. A perfect formation of pelicans or sandcastle or clouds. Shadows, shapes and shells. Sunrise to sunset.