It was so cold and windy my dog stayed close rather than charge around looking for dead crabs to play with as she usually does. Her ears blew back in the wind and sand pelted her tiny ankles. My pup is a beagle so she’s short.

I had on three layers of bulky clothes, my hood was up and snapped shut around my head, and I even had on one of those winter headbands to cover my ears. It was a little hard to move forward because the wind was so strong and I leaned into it to make my way.

We walked along alone. No one else wanted to see the ocean at 7am on a Sunday, in the windy cold winter of February.

I couldn’t help but think of Dad. He’d have wanted to.