THE NEXT MORNING WAS perfect. Temperatures had dropped overnight, and Megan was glad for the zippered sweatshirt she’d grabbed on her way out the door. The sun shone brightly, promising warmer temps later on. Megan had a feeling she would still want the sweater when they arrived at the beach, however. The winds were now coming from the north, bringing a hint of winter chill with it. Out on the open sands of the beach, past the dunes, she would be sure to notice the change in temperature and need the extra layer. Winds coming from the north also meant there would be a wide variety of seashell washed up on the beach. Megan loved to walk the beach, collecting the shells and sea-glass. The dogs would love the open space to run and play. Barney and Gypsy loved to chase the sea terns.
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