The books I brought are going unread, the movies unwatched, the letters unwritten. There's not a lot of time for soul searching or pontificating. The days are filled with sun, and sand, and water, and sunscreen, and popcicles. There have been a few less than perfect moments here at the beach. But tasting salt when I kiss my boys' cheeks, and watching them play for hours in the surf, happy and tan and acting like friends, is bliss. I love the beach.