I just locked in our beach house for this summer. I can’t wait to get my toes back in the sand! This photo is an annual tradition. On our last day at the beach, everyone rises in the pitch black darkness with sleepy eyes and paper cups topped with steaming coffee. We straggle into the sand. The die hards head down first, followed by the “why are you going so early” group, and finally the young ones who swear they are sleeping in. By the time the sun bursts from the ocean in a breathtaking array of oranges and reds, blues and purples, everyone is there, lined up with cameras snapping away saying goodbye for another year.