There was Jane, whose house is right on the beach, feeding bread and cherry tomatoes to the gulls, and very intent that a small, one-legged gull get her share. A windsurfer and I agreeing that we love all the kinds of winter weather. A woman keeping up with her frisky puppy. All of us commenting on the number and size of rocks thrown up by the sea.
This was a day when we wanted to exchange more than nod with our fellow beach friends. It was a day when we could remember to be grateful. On my way home I looked in vain for the lady with the shovel. I was hoping to offer her some gratitude.