Some come with a book and never touch the water. Others come to swim, barely touching sand, do their laps and are gone. And of course some come, get wet, get tanned, get wet, get tanned and franticly brush every trace of sand off body and bags before setting foot in their cars.
Josh is the beach, the true sandman. He doesn’t just come to the beach and play on it, he becomes whatever the beach is offering that day.
On Tuesday he was called to duty, a secret boy mission on all fours, sneaking up a four foot sand dune, spying on bad guys. “This way!” he whispered loudly to his half-listening comrades, “They’re over here!” And in a flash, abandoning backup, Josh leaped into action, spewing fistfuls of sand and kicking up more with his feet, a one man sandstorm, yelling and twirling, scooping and launching more sand until the hill went quiet and the enemy was gone.
By Three, the tide returned and the four-foot cousins and brothers were Navy Seals on a watery mission. But for Josh rinsing off old sand just meant there was still time to roll and refresh and take the dunes once more.
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by Kevin Lee