We set up camp near the back of the beach as the tide was coming in and the waves were crashing in. Some friends were recovering from a rough day, so it fit the mood. It was actually comforting, enveloping with the fog and the sound of the crashing waves. Wine, blankets, sandwiches, and kites were produced. I discovered the sand was riddled with little bits of sea glass and spent about an hour collecting a pocket full varying shades of brown, green, blue, clear, and aqua. We stayed on the beach for hours watching the ocean calm and the fog get thicker and thicker, talking about the day and future plans, teasing each other and giggling before getting chilled and making the trek back to our cars.