Just sand, no footprints
Get up early and you're the only person on the beach. Get lucky and a slow, overnight tide has rolled in and rolled out, a million little waves that packed the sand, patted it clean.
I love the morning light here, how it goes gold against the cliffs, shines golden on the beach, pulls blue and gray and green from the water, then warms the chilly breeze that flows from the canyon.
