Early morning

My favorite time at the beach is the early morning when I have it all to myself. I walked on the wet sand and looked out at the waves that kept crashing even though I was the only one there to hear them. I wandered about, exploring and taking photos, until the first people began to appear: a fisherman, who set up at the end of a pier, a woman walking a dog, a young man with a camera and tripod, and several surfers clad in black from head to toe, lugging their boards.