It was all glorious, every bit of it. Even the too-old men in their too-skimpy brief bathing trunks. And the mothers from another planet in their tiny bikinis and perfectly flat stomachs, babies on their hips.
The ocean was freezing cold, like always, but we went in a bit anyway.
The Mermaid felt the usual magnetic pull of the Pacific, nearly running toward the water.
I really just can't pick one photo of The Mermaid from this series. The pink hat, the top -- her delicate hands and face -- she looked divine, so here you go: