There's No Mistaking Summer

...when it comes, no matter when it comes. This year, it came in March. So after Reiki, I pointed the car to Wollaston. For walking. And beachcombing, as it turned out. Yes, I found treasures, walked barefooted along the edge of the icy ocean, sniffed fried clams, and snapped snap snap the perennial joy that is children running over sand.

There are no uncertain terms here. No matter when it comes, a beach day is always welcome.