Sand

Only good things happened on gloomy beaches.

Hot days were for tourists, for people tanning like the sun wasn't just going to burn their skin into blisters. The nice days were for people who liked nice things.

The days with too many clouds and waves that were too big and seagulls that were more eager to feast on crab meat then french fries were the days for beach people.

Those were the days for sea glass that made horrible things beautiful, and old shells that made practical things beautiful. The surf crashed into them while they sunk into the sand.