“Daddy, look!” Jacob yelled. I could barely hear his voice over the heavy, constant bass of rock and roll.
“What, kiddo?” I asked as I plucked my earbuds out of my ears and lifted my sunglasses.
Familiar beach scenery greeted me; white sand and countless folding chairs and umbrellas and people standing on the shore. It was just as hot as earlier. And just as bright.
I had to squint in order to see anything.
My son was inches away from my face, smiling and giggling in excitement.
“Daddy! Look! Look!” He shouted. It didn't take me long to realize that he was talking about the ocean.
I glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see the familiar blue water swelling and swaying and its waves gliding towards the shore.
But there was just the ocean floor.
Just the ocean floor for miles and miles and miles, stretching towards the horizon.