We have to cross the boardwalk.
I want to walk barefoot, but usually have to wear sandals to protect the soles of my feet on the heated wood. Once we get to that beach, I kick them off and sink my toes into the sand. We trudge through the broken shells to the best spot for the next couple of hours, set up our chairs, and head into the water to cool off. Then I sit mindfully and listen to the sound of the waves as they come up on the shore. After a while, we walk along the edge of the water and find unbroken shells for our ever-growing collection back home.
The beach is my favorite part of living in Florida.