Life's a Beach

Not a real beach, but one we were ecstatic to happen upon Monday in a neighboring village. The only clues I'll divulge: It's a playground on the sand in a park near the water. Why, I wonder, did such a lovely place seem so lonely, so abandoned and forgotten? The three of us swung on the swings in the middle of the day, not a soul in site. Nor sound in range... except those of the two-year-old giggly sort. We dug our toes in deep and took advantage.