I leave the beach cheerful and satisfied. As the nature trail leads me past the tall American dune grasses anchoring deeply into the sand, I try to remember my plant identifications. Are these grasses, rushes or sedges? The path pricks at my bare feet. But, if I stop to put on my sandals, the mosquitos will attack.
Looking up, I notice a tree start its evening descent into a silhouette. Light shine on a flowers back. And, the sky deepen into Parrish blue. A picture becomes more important than a hungry mosquito. A day of adventure is complete.