It was clear and cool that night and the tide was coming in, so the waves were huge. Sometimes they would trick you. You think you are walking at a safe distance to stay dry and then one comes in hard chasing you up the beach. It is a large beach, about fifty yards wide and a mile long. It connects to two smaller beaches about a hundred yards each that are separated by enormous rocks. On the extreme ends are cliffs where waves send plumes of water up into the air. A wooden bridge connects the road to the beach over a long arm of the lagoon. There was no moon so the sky was full of stars reflecting in bundles off the flat water in the lagoon behind us. The beach is empty here at night and we refer to this as our  beach. Because when the waves crash in calling a name to explore and seek out the unknown, the way they called Columbus's name, we believe these waves here are calling our individual names, since there is no one else around for it to be calling.