Its a tragic irony, however, for these lovers will only see each other for a week at the max, then they must return to their homes, probably never to see each other again. So, the playground then turns into a graveyard, where broken hearts go to die, out to sea like the hundreds of ships wrecked on the ever shifting sand bars. However, all is not dreary, for the sun does rise each day, and what a beautiful sunrise that is. The golden rays shine over the calm surf at day break, giving the seagulls light to catch their breakfast, ane giving fishermen the same chance. Then, as the surf rises, many a brave person can be seen entering the water, a raft in hand, ready to tame the savage water, ready to show it who its daddy is.
Beauties sunbathe on the beach, while the beasts try to flex and look better than possible.