There’s something special about the beach. People of all walks of life. All walking along for good reason, mainly some type of therapy I would think.
I’m a people watcher. Constantly wondering what people’s stories are. That might sound nosey. I’m not nosey, just curious I spose. There was a woman doing laps of the jetty while I was sitting there feeding Harry. Up and back up and back. She stopped and asked how old Harry was, I told her & she responded “My baby is 50!” I acted surprised & said she didn’t look old enough. But I lied. She had no front teeth.