Movin' On - morning

The crows wake me up. 7:00.
The tide is way out - the beach and sand spread far. One lone walker way off in the distance.
I stand on the deck and before long a young man comes running with his dog. The dog is in "sheer delight" mode. He runs fast, then stops looking back at his master, tail wagging mightily. Then bounds off again and becomes so joyful he lays down and wiggles on his back in the sand, gets up again and bounds off. This is a happy dog.
On the other side, another dog walker. This is a small dog - on a leash. I kid you not. Acres and acres of virtually empty beach, and this gal has her little dog on a leash. Do you suppose she lives her whole life on a leash? Views her actions narrowly, carefully, and seriously? Maybe she doesn't laugh a lot? Act silly? Take a chance? Who knows? Perhaps the dog is completely content to be on the leash.
I wanted the happy dog and the careful dog to meet, but they went their different ways.
Little kids out on the beach - So early! - each with their little styrofoam pink, blue, and yellow "rafts" - pulling the string and the raft coming along so obediently behind them. They start out slowly, and then one of them does a little hop. The other one skips a bit, and suddenly the three of them are bounding with abandon across the sand. This beach works magic at every moment. The kids seem to quickly fill up their "joy juice" tank, and they are smitten for the rest of the day. Wow! They must sleep so well at night.