The tractor has rebuilt the six foot storm berm at the edge of the beach. Several little kids are climbing up on the sandy sides. When they get to the top they then slide back down. They can't help themselves and slowly the sides are collapsing back into the beach.

One boy's mother is dragging him away kicking and screaming. His wet clothes and body are caked with sand. He doesn not want to leave.

the tide is way out. A wide expanse of wet sand reflects back the images of the people and dogs walking near the water's edge.