beach. Before you hear the clamor of locals and tourists dragging oversized coolers and little kids to the waters edge, there is a gentleness that we can feel. There is a stillness before the life guards set up their wares, renting umbrellas and beach chairs for a days wage. It is the time when the solo treasure hunter is waving her metal detecting wand at the sand hoping for a gold. And only the occasional jogger breaks your concentration. Almost everything from the day before seems forgotten. It is as if trouble has been blown away by the warm ocean morning breeze and problems were washed away by the rushing waves. At least it seems that way. 