I stood on a sandy beach br on an April weekend. br The sun was shining bright br on each wave br that carried its reflection in. br The sky in the west br was filled with mottled clouds br and on occasional breaks; br the sun’s rays peaked through. br An easterly breeze br lifted the sand into little swirls br and carried them a short while br before depositing them down again, br as I walked along a sandy beach in April.