I stop noticing or caring about the edge of the guard railing digging into my thigh about 20 minutes ago.

The wind tries to push me backwards. I lean into Zephyr.

The water breaks along the sand and the whooshing rhythm fills my ears.

Gulls crying for a Cheeto percuss the beat.

Ants moving from shady spot to shady spot, the sun beating down on all.

One ant is dragging her toddler ant towards the water.

My eyes focus on the tiny pink bathing suit and the blonde curls.

Not ants.

I feel small again. My thighs start to ache again.

The wind tries to push me back. I let him.