Dawn breaks the darkness in a hazy glow of red and gold above deep distant blue that seems to go on forever. The beach is quiet, the shorewalk empty, old-timey heavy brass street lanterns are the only ones awake with me at this hour — shining.

Have you ever thought about the way old pains dissipate? Like salt in the seawater, they just dissolve and heal over. You don’t even think of them anymore. There are, of course, wounds…