Afternoon is rounding it’s final turn before evening begins. Past the boat docks and throngs of tourists you can follow the sea wall a few clicks and find yourself at Pebbly beach.
The stones here will play a symphony of ocean sounds as the waves cascade over the smooth pebbles. People are snorkeling the clear waters, chasing the bright orange fish that can be seen from the shoreline.
The ocean spray snaps my conscience.
I watch a submarine cruise along the coastline, a child brave the waters as she holds her father’s hand tightly. A young tattooed woman playfully shows me her tanned back as she re-positions her self and turns the page in her novel.