All things return to me. A lifeguard sits at the top of her chair, basking in the heat of the sun. She looks out over the glinting water, speckled with swimmers, a hundred fleshy buoys, bobbing in the endless sea. The sand is pocked with pastel umbrellas in all directions. Laughter and spirited conversations infiltrate the harmony of the wind and the waves. And a petulant bickering rises above it all.