The Ultimate Beach

Waitpinga Beach, Fleurieu Peninsula, South Australia.

It may be summer, but the icy breeze that’s swept straight from the Antarctic is slicing at my exposed fingers. My coffee is no longer keeping me warm, but this sunrise is—forcing me to run up and back on the sinking sand.

Run.

It will only last for a few minutes, and then it will be gone. If you know, you know.

Run.

There are only three of us here this morning, and the other two are busy attempting to catch our dinner. I just know, in my heart of hearts, we’re getting takeaway.

And just like that, it’s gone.